December 08, 2003
New paths, new beginings...
This post was sent to me (Wayne) , from my brother a couple of days ago. He doesn't know it yet but he is now a feature writer on this site. I am posting this as him and under his new account. Please read, this brought a big fat smile to my face and I couldn't be happier for him
Well, I have to say that it is an odd experience. Just two days ago, I talked to
Wayne, and was terribly depressed about my situation. I felt like I was going nowhere,
like there was nothing in my future to look towards. Then it happened. Shannon
pointed out an ad in the paper.
I had always toyed with the idea of getting a job with a newspaper, to be honest I
had wanted that since I was twelve. It was my whole basis behind my choice in
college. I wanted to work for a newspaper, still, over the years, my dreams have
faded, and my outlook has skewed.
I moved on from dreams. I began looking toward responsibility. My dreams had lead me
down so many false paths, to so much failure. Then, a simple ad in a small town
newspaper shown it's glimmer on me. I laughed when Shannon showed it to me, but for
two days I couldn't stop thinking about it. All I could think of was this little ad,
and a tarnished dream.
Finally, just to prove I couldn't do it, I answered the ad. I walked into a small
newspaper office, and walked out with a job. Today I spent my first day behind my
new desk at a small town newspaper. Monday through Friday, from eight a.m. to five
p.m. I am the design and layout department for the Canyon Lake Times Guardian
newspaper.
Of course, it is a small paper, with only one issue a week, a 5,000-issue
circulation, and an in-house staff of ten tops, but to me, it might as well be the
Washington Post, or L.A. Times. To me it is a kingdom of gold. So excuse me if I
speak a bit romantically about a low paying job, with no fanfare, but when a man
sees his dream appear in broad daylight, it is hard to keep his feet on the ground.
