The Radio That Spoke Two Languages
The first thing I ever fixed was my grandmother's radio. I have always been passionate about engineering. It hummed in Spanish every morning and crackled in English every night.
Somewhere between the static and the stations, I learned that fixing things is really about listening.
That summer I opened every appliance in our apartment, not to break them, but to understand what they were trying to say. The toaster clicked twice before it burned anything.
