Let’s begin with a reporter whose news writing skills need polishing because he’s new. A great cameraman taught by experience, and a new pilot who always knows exactly where to go. This is more than a job. This is what we do for living and we live in it.
Everyday is an exciting event which can only be divulged by hitting the road at night.
The thrill to sit right beside the best pilot in the world is an overwhelming feeling that can never be interpreted through words.
When the camera lights are turned on, they illuminate a majestic view of life. The scenario will be a swift glance of random memories of Earth’s existence—a man shot in the head, a lady in grief, a scared prisoner, a relieved victim and journalists telling their stories at every angle possible.
I can never ask for an accident to happen, nor for a huge fire to start smoldering houses so I can write a story. I have always wanted to know what to righteously pray for.
The start of my career is now scorched with many speculations that this company will soon come to an end.
When I started doing a little reporting as an intern, I have not left the company ever since. I immediately applied to RPN after finishing my last subject in school.
I’ve heard three administrations have passed wanting the company I work for to be privatized after the Philippine Commission on Good Governance sequestered the once leading television network in the Philippines.
The government who snatched it out of its prestige now wants it privatized again.
I only want to continue doing this maybe for millions of years with the same set of people– my bosses, my colleagues and my teammates.
I wrote this ‘cause I’ve got nothing to do at five o’clock in the morning.
May God bless us all.