I was sitting in my piano teacher's lamp-lit living room, waiting for my sister to finish her lesson in the next room. Dr. Douglas, the piano teacher's white-haired husband, came into the room and told my mother and me that he had something to show us. He asked me to hold out my hand, and into it he dropped several rough pebbles from a plastic vial about the size of a film canister. He quietly informed me, "You're holding in your hand a piece of the Berlin Wall."
You really are devoted. There is something beautiful in your desire to be and do the right thing. No one can be offended by that (even if we all end up being exhausted from typing elbow or something).