24 January, 2011
Welcome back to the blog!
I know that I should have turned this in earlier but for some reason the sentence plagued me. I watched Daniel Pink’s video and tried to think how I was going to be explained by just a sentence. While in class I thought that I had worked out most of what I had to say, but I could not seem to push the sentence and keep it simple at the same time.
There are a lot of things that can go into a sentence: nouns, verbs, adjectives, etc., etc. but I wanted mine to be special and just me. That was where it got a little more interesting.
This summer while I was in the Dominican Republic, I was part of a team that helped shoot, edit and craft a film to document the life of a deacon in Cien Fuegos, one of the poorest slums. I found out a lot about myself and saw myself challenged and tested during this time. This was also the time that I found out what I wanted to do with my life and the sentence was something of an afterthought.
My life’s purpose is to hear and capture the stories that need to be heard, and share them with the world.
Whether through print or digital mediums, I am called (or at least so I think) to share stories with the world. I am blessed with talents and skills in video and other creative forms and I need to use them. No matter if that makes a ton of money, for doing the work I should be doing, I most likely won’t be earning very much. I feel that the cost is to me and the reward is hopefully anyone who sees my work.
Being in the Dominican Republic shocked me. There is one story that stood out in my mind as a new backpack journalist, and that was when my teacher, another student and myself were in the back of a truck filming behind the dump that gave the city of Cien Fuegos its name. I found myself not wanting to film the suffering of the people in front of me. I could see the hate or dislike or misunderstanding of the people who were living without anything at all and they did not know why I was pointing a camera at them. I wanted to put my camera down and stop shooting but my teacher reminded me that in order to accurately tell the story of the people in front of us, we had to show how they were living. This was a very tough moment for me. I summoned up some courage and pointed the camera back out and did the best I could. The day this happened was when I realized what I really wanted to do with my life. I wanted to tell stories and I wanted to tell those stories right.
I’ll keep you posted on how this turns out. I have a lot of life left in me and I see many stories that need telling in my future. While my sentence may change as I do, the stories still need telling, and I will hopefully be there to do my best and hopefully this will be enough to make the little change in the world that I think is necessary.
Here goes nothing…