As any adult of my age (or any other for that matter), I have a set amount of “Where were you whens”, things that happen that touch us so much that they are burned into our mind and psyche for our whole lives. We remember where we were, what we were doing when we found out the news and the (often) overwhelming emotions that went along with it.
My personal moments include the Challenger explosion, Jessica McClure falling into the well, September 11th, 2001, The Columbine High School shootings, the Oklahoma City Bombing, Prince Charles and Princess Diana’s wedding, Princess Diana’s car accident and death and the Fall of the Berlin Wall.
Today being the 20th anniversary of the falling of the Berlin Wall, that is what is on my mind. Most of my childhood nuclear war had a finger of fear in everything I did. That was my personal boogeyman. My monster in my closet. It scared me more than anything. But 20 years ago, for the first time in my memory, I did not fear a nuclear bomb. I was hopeful in ways that I previously had not hoped for. I was 28 years old. I had been married 6 years and had a 3 year old son and a 1 year old daugher. I rejoiced for those able to live without a physical wall oppressing them. I rejoiced for the rest of us that could sleep a little easier without that wall looming in the world. I cannot imagine how it must have been for those Berliners to walk over that threshold that first time. Joyous, indeed.
16 years later, Bethany was in Germany, walking over that same border, freely and willfully.
Here’s some of her pictures:
Although my peaceful sleep has been marred a bit as of the last 8 or so years, I still relish the falling of the Berlin Wall.