March 18 Messenger achieves Mercury orbit.

Back then I'd sometimes run as fast as I could, imagining my feet spinning the world as I ran, my potential limited only by balance not by strength. It was winter and I was lost, I remember the man that answered the door to me at 2am was in his slippers but acted as if my request for directions home was an everyday and welcome request. He joined me out in the night air and pointed at the tall tower of the hospital in the distance, 'head for that and then you'll be right'.  That night I'd ran home as the crow flies, through gardens, over hedges, breaking a minor bone in my ankle as I did. As I washed my face the next morning, removing the caked blood and taking a pair of tweezers to the embedded gravel I was thankful he had been so courteous.