On a cold winter night, I stood on a sidewalk in a downtown Seattle parking lot, looking at the sky.
I was watching a television news report about a woman’s body being recovered from the wreckage of a car crash in an affluent neighborhood of Seattle.
It was the first news story of the night about the death of a woman whose death had been widely covered.
But my heart skipped a beat when I saw a photo of the woman, a former nurse who had survived a car accident and had survived being shot in the chest, lying in the parking lot’s grass.
The story had gone viral.
It had touched people’s hearts.
The woman had been an inspiration to me, my friends and my family.
I felt so honored to be part of her story, even though it was only a photo.
I had to be there, in the story, but I was also there because I wanted to be a part of it.
For me, I wanted the story to go on.
For other journalists, they had stories to tell, too.
But for me, it was the story of a nurse who died during an operation and had to spend months recovering in a hospital bed, surrounded by a crew of nurses.
As a journalist, I was supposed to be present, but not in the moment.
A journalist’s role is to get the story right and the people who are going to tell it right.
That’s the core of journalism.
But in the end, the journalist’s job is to keep the story going, even when it’s not going well.
For a journalist to keep her job and get her stories right is a privilege, not a right.
And that’s why I’m proud to have been a part for the past five years of my work as a reporter at the Seattle Times.
I’m grateful to have the privilege to be able to work in a place that is so important to the American people.
I’ve learned a lot from the process, and I’ve grown.
In my role as a journalist I’ve spent more time in the hospital and in the ER.
The nurses and the staff I’ve met have given me the best advice I’ve ever had in my career.
They’ve helped me to understand that, as a patient, it’s important for a journalist and a patient to be on the same page, and to work together to get those stories across.
But I’ve also learned that there are things that can be done better.
As my reporting has grown, I’ve had to do more to keep my own story straight.
I started to question myself.
I became more and more skeptical.
I found myself saying things like, I don’t know if I want to do this.
And I’ve done that a lot.
But there’s always room for improvement, because it’s just a job.
When it comes to my personal life, I know what I want and what I need, and when I do the things that are right for me and my situation, it can lead to great things for others.
And now that I’ve left journalism, I’m ready to start a new chapter.