Reporting is a hard but at the same time attractive profession. When you choose to continue your career as a reporter, you sink into the job to such an extent that nearly all journalists believe you forget the personal aspect of your life.
The day I felt I could be of some help to my fellow citizens through my job was when I prepared a report on the HIV contaminated blood transfused to the patients suffering from hemophilia.
On that day I thought I should write a report on the issue in order to make the related officials respond to the disastrous incident. Hence, I decided to follow up the case. I repeatedly contacted contaminated patients and officials for interviews.
One day with the help of one of the related officials I obtained a few documents that revealed how the contaminated blood had been imported into the country. When the report came out in the paper the following day, the authorities in charge, catching sight of the poignant news, got through to the French officials to ask them why this disaster had occurred.
Preparing this report has always made me feel happy with my job.
I think, as a reporter, I can serve the people.
However, I get a little upset when some authorities refuse to answer the questions posed by reporters.