Sometimes at work we cry at our desks. The worst day was Dec. 14, 2012, when we heard reports of a school shooting. We started getting reports of children killed. Soon we were seeing images of scared, confused children on TV and coming across the wires. The next couple days, we took turns stepping away from our desks to take a break from the sad stories and looking at photos of innocent 6-year-olds who were killed.
I remember watching an interview with a father who had to tell his 3-year-old twins that their older sibling was gone. All I felt was heartache for these families. How do you tell a child that they are safe at school when they’ve seen first hand that they aren’t? How do adults believe it themselves?
That story hit me harder than any news story I’ve ever had to cover.
But Friday’s might be a close second. By now you’ve all heard about Batkid saving Gotham (AKA San Francisco). It’s an amazing story of people coming out for good. Literally thousands of supporters came out to cheer a 5-year-old who conquered leukemia. What better gift can you give a kid than to let him or her know you are always on Team <insert name here>?
This is the kind of story that makes me love my job. It makes me feel like maybe my niece and nephews are growing up in a decent world. This is the rare story that made me shed the good kind of tears at my desk.