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When I was 15...

I wanted to be a journalist. 

I had high hopes of changing the world, one meaningful story at a time. Sharing our stories, throughout time, has been so closely linked to connecting, to loving, to learning, to creating, to growth, and to improvement, that it is and will forever remain absolutely necessary. 

A lot has changed since I was 15: 

I'm older
I work in healthcare now
I am more disillusioned by and skeptical of news media
Sensationalism and social media frenzies prevail over decency and true activism
One "truth" is often promoted over all others
I question the ethics behind news operations more frequently than I would wish. 

But my optimism, hope and love of storytelling have remained. I'm a storyteller and interviewer at heart and I bring that with me to every job, new endeavor, and encounter with others. 

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