I’ve known I wanted to be a journalist since the seventh grade.
Relaying stories. Talking to someone new every day. Applying words to their highest power. Better understanding the world. Doing anything other than math or science. I knew it fit the bill.
But there’s always been a universal, unspoken rule of sorts among us old-school journalists. Essentially, you cover the events, but you don’t insert yourself into the moment. We’re strictly observers, narrators, translators, but not actors. The objective is objectivity.
I’m tweaking that a bit starting this month. I’m inserting myself into the moment.
I’m joining the board of the Northern Virginia Family Service, a nonprofit based in Oakton but whose reach extends to 35,000 Northern Virginians in a given year. The vast majority of them subsist on all of $25,000 in total annual household pay … for a family of four. Do the heartbreaking math, and that comes to $6,250 per person for the entire year. NVFS stitches together…
Read the full story from the Washington Business Journal.
