Five years of God’s faithfulness and goodness in the
workplace. Five years of testing, trial and triumph. Five years of enduring,
enjoying and engaging with people, with facts, with stories. Five years of both
heart-warming and heart-breaking realities of events, of lives. Five years of
unwavering hope, inspiration and public service. Five years, and counting.
This is the job that I prayed for and wanted to do.
Initially, I just wanted to write. But I was given the rare opportunity not
only to write, but also to be heard and seen, through the audio-visual medium.
I am a broadcast journalist, and I love being one.
I have experienced amazing and countless moments of “first
times” because of my job. All these were free of charge, only guts to pay. For
the first time, I was able to ride in a helicopter during my extensive marijuana
eradication coverage in the hinterlands of Cordillera. After touching almost
the clouds and the heavens, I then submerged myself somewhere at the bottom of
the sea for an underwater coverage. It was my first time then to scuba dive, and
I always get excited whenever there’s a chance for an underwater coverage. Work
should be fun!
I get to eat foods I have never tasted before. I get to
travel to places I have never imagined to discover. I get to meet and greet
celebrities and high-profiled personalities. So? Well, I have never earned and
received money from them, but we call it psychological income! And all these
boost our confidence!
It was my first time to be bribed by people of hidden
interest. But through God’s grace, He preserved me, and still is preserving me
to have clean hands. One can live right and clean in this industry marred also
by lies and corruption. We also have to police our very ranks.
It will take some pages to put into details all my first
times. But definitely, these first times were repository of lessons and
knowledge, of experience and realities, of hope and joy, of courage and
discipline. More importantly, these first times were springboard for the second,
third and countless times of new learning. Not only the unfolded events that
grant insights but also the various stories and pleas of people I have come to meet
along the way.
Street sweepers have their stories to tell. They earn from
our trashes, but they despise our garbage. Beggars wander night and day, but
they remain homeless and voiceless. Prostituted men and women hide from the
shadow of immorality because there is lack of covering and comfort, of
opportunity to earn through a decent job. They need real love and respect. Corruption
still exists, injustice still prevails, but only a few stands straight and
principled. Poverty issues are favorite topics, yet there is not much action being
taken to address it. Or actions are just too slow .
Accidents, crime, victims of abuses, and yes, disasters!
These fall under the category of hard news. Sometimes, these are indeed hard to
swallow. These are difficult to cover. You need to be immersed; you need to be
there on-site to contextualize your stories. I need to be sensitive and
responsible even more. I need a heart to empathize and a mind to comprehend the
real score of the story. I need to be really human in dealing with people. They,
too, are humans with feelings and emotions, with soul and spirit.
In journalism, particularly in broadcast media, I am
challenged to exercise the responsibility and power it holds. In the
Philippines where media is considered to be the “Fourth State,” my role as a
member of that imperfect yet influential institution is very vital. Whatever
stories that I report, people generally believe them to be true and factual. Therefore,
I consider my job as an expression, not only of my passion, but also of my high
regard towards truth, good governance, transparency, and other significant advocacies.
Journalists are heralds, both of good and bad news. As a media practitioner for five years, I wish and hope that I have become a herald
of TRUTH, good or bad news that might be.
Cheers! †
