When I was 17, I was going to night school — trying to make up for all the F’s I racked up in regular school. My dad would drop me off, and I’d get out around 9 p.m. Sometimes I’d wander the campus after class, just walking and thinking.
One night, I saw something on top of a trash can near the restroom — this little rock encased in plexiglass. I picked it up and took it home. Later, I noticed a small label on top: “A piece of the Berlin Wall.”
Turns out, that’s exactly what it was — a fragment of the wall that once divided East and West Germany.
Kinda wild, right? At 17, I was trying to rebuild my own walls, and I found a piece of one the world had torn down.
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