by dtraleigh
The cold enormity of President Lincoln sat before me, a marble cast reminder of how insignificant my life really is compared to those who would take incredible risks and achieve greatness.
But the laughter of those around me seemed to take away from the weight of his words etched into the wall.
Blame my mother. It’s all her fault I got into journalism. I was simply bored around the house one summer day, playing with our new computer. I decided to write a few news items down in the Word processing program. “Household Happenings” only published two issues. Naturally, my mom thought it was fantastic.
I dismissed her career idea. But she must have planted a seed in my head, because by senior year of high school, I knew what I wanted to do: write for a newspaper. I did for several years.
Now, I work as a web and broadcast producer for a TV news station, which has taught me other forms of writing. I’ve also gained skills in Web, social networking, an understanding of TV and I’ve honed my ability to think on my feet.
Last year, I began using my skills to write articles/press releases and use social networking and other techniques to promote companies and events.
As I embark on new ventures and uses for my skills, I think about that seed Mom planted years ago. I’m lucky she did, and it keeps on growing.