* When it rains in Phoenix, it pours -- figuratively. Today was a rough one on many levels.
Two news helicopters crashed over a park, killing four journalists from two news channels.
Then a 23-year-old police officer was shot and killed. Last I heard, police still were searching for the suspect, and a Rush concert at one of the huge stadiums downtown was about to let out (read: tons of people, traffic, congestion) just as they were starting to look.
On a personal note, days like these make journalism real. These situations are heart-breaking, but they give newsrooms -- especially those at the center of it all -- a chance to really come together and emphasize a team effort. It's encouraging to see people persevere through tragedy and really work to find the best and most appropriate way to serve the public.
It makes journalism exciting -- but it also forces you to have a thicker skin than most. To do well in these situations, you have to shrug it off to an extent. But some are left so jaded that such things don't phase them at all.
I guess I can only hope I never reach that point.
2 comments:
I don't think you have anything to worry about. While I'll be the first to admit my perspective is skewed, the fact that in over two years of reading your posts I can't recall a single negative sentiment. The only thing you're going to end up as is one of those supremely happy people who achieve everything they set out to achieve that I publicly sneer at because I'm secretly jealous of them.
Justin
A giraffe. It has to be a giraffe. And by the way, I just caught that by accidentally omitting an "is" after the "fact" and a comma after the "posts" in the second sentence, I have inadvertantly created a sentence fragment. I'm sure that must drive you nuts, and I apologize profusely.
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