Two groups recently asked if we wanted to participate in career fairs at local schools. I said we didnít have enough staff to man a booth, which is true. The truth is, Iím not sure I want to encourage anyone to go into journalism.
ďMammas donít let your babies grow up to beÖ.reporters.Ē
Sure, there are days when the excitement never ends, and every day is a new adventure, but overall it isnít an easy life. Not everyone is happy to see us coming, and the hours can be long and hectic, the pay less than a school teacherís.
Most of us who are in the business just canít help but do anything else. The inkís in our blood, and weíre driven to let it out in our words.
I suppose itís the same with other professions like law enforcement, something I certainly couldnít do but admire those who can perform those duties with dignity, courtesy and fairness. I couldnít be a teacher, either, or an artist. Those are not my gifts, but fortunately there are people born to educate and make the world a more beautiful place.
I couldnít be an accountant, too many numbers, or a computer technician, too much technology, or an attorney, too much Latin, or a nurse, too many needlesÖ.
But I can write, although some days I suppose thatís even debatable. Most days, however, the words come through my hands even when they wonít make it out of my mouth in simple conversations. Iím not good at small talk, but I can write a long story.
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