As a reporter there are always things that are hard to deal with. Hard news, like fires, floods and accidents, while exciting to some extent to cover, always leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Yes, I believe it's news. Yes, I believe it belongs in the paper with specifics as the case allows. But while shooting the photos, taking down the facts, getting the news, the names, the specifics, in the back of my mind I always am thinking, someone's life changed today. Someone's family is hurting or in some cases, about to hurt.
Today was one of those days. Without going into specifics, there was a bad accident. Someone was killed. And emergency responders (i.e. cops, fire fighters, paramedics) couldn't help.
I like to play like I'm a big, bad, tough reporter, not afraid of anything or anyone but the truth is, I am a bit shaken up today. I am sad. Someone's life, in the blink of an eye, is over. Someone's family is hurting.
I'm also sad for the emergency workers who have to live things like this everyday. Who train and work hard and struggle and battle fires but who sometimes, despite their best effort, God has other plans.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the family and to all the local responders who do a very difficult job everyday.
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