Practical Lessons
Today was the first day I found myself wondering what I'm doing here.
I sat in on a counseling session for recent rape survivors, and a couple of the participants were gracious enough to talk to me afterward. And don't you know, since then I've been walking around with a feeling like somebody punched me in the gut.
I've never had to interview someone crying over a lost child or spouse. I've never had to ask someone to drag up painful memories, just so I could get a quote. But I recognize that someday, and probably someday soon, I'm going to have to.
I wonder, will it get any easier? And more importantly, do I want it to? When the day comes when I'm no longer fazed by death or grief or loss, will it mean I've finally become a good reporter? Or will it mean I've lost my humanity?
1 Comments:
I agree with that. Being a reporter doesn't mean losing your humanity. Does it get easier? Yes, probably. But it should never get easy.
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