Post Format

Journalist or biologist

6 comments

– Why are you a journalist?

– Because a friend of mine convinced me to study Journalism. I wanted to be a biologist. She told me I had to follow my father’s steps, forget biology and go with her to the school of Journalism

– Then Grandpa was sure proud of you.

– In fact he was very disappointed when I told him.

– Why?

– He knew how hard the life of an honest journalist is and he knew about my love for animals and biology.

–  What did he tell you?

– He told me to think seriously about it but he told me also he would respect my choice.

– And you decided journalism.

– I did, and now I wonder if it was a mistake.

– Why?

– My dad knew me better than my friend. He knew what was better for me. I thought my friend and I were starting an exciting adventure and that was all that mattered. But he knew that being a journalist I would suffer a lot in my life and he wanted to protect me from that.

Daily Prompt: Childlike.

Posted by

Journalist. In my fifties. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US, and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

6 Comments Join the Conversation

  1. Pingback: some times i went out | just another outlet

  2. Pingback: Daily Prompt: Childlike | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss

  3. Pingback: Regrets On the Other Side of the Coin | Rob's Surf Report

  4. Pingback: Mama bear makes an ass out of me sometimes… | jennifermarshcurtis

  5. Pingback: Childlike…daily prompt | Life as a country bumpkin...not a city girl

  6. Pingback: Swayambhunath (Monkey Temple) Kathmandu, Nepal | rfljenksy – Practicing Simplicity

Leave a Reply

Required fields are marked *.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.