I can remember when I first started my job in the Irish media industry as a reporter in 1993.
I remember being told by a fellow reporter that a certain reporter had done something particularly important that day.
We talked about it and it seemed to go something like this: You were the only reporter who had been on the ground at the scene of the shooting, and you were the first to report on it.
The reporter said he would keep the details a secret until it was too late to make a difference.
It was, he said, the first time in his career that I had actually thought, “Maybe I should try to make the news.”
That’s the way I’ve been about it, my colleagues tell me.
I’ve done my best to try and keep my cool in the worst times.
The truth is, it’s easy to feel helpless when you’ve got a story to tell.
Sometimes I even feel a bit scared.
But the more I have a voice in the news, the more likely I am to feel like I can do something.
And when I do, I find that my colleagues are just as kind and supportive.
I know that’s because of my family, they tell me, and I have to be able to relate to them and to my family.
They are just like family, and that’s why I want to tell their stories.
And I’m so grateful that they’ve allowed me to do that, because if I hadn’t been able to tell my story, it would have been a different story.
My family, in particular, have always been supportive, my mother, sister and husband say.
And they’re right.
I have always felt like I am part of the family, even when I didn’t have a father, even if I didn