Learning something every day
I think it is safe to say as children we dreamt of becoming a firefighter or a police officer or an astronaut.
While I am sure I had these same aspirations, as I grew up those dreams too matured into something a bit more professional, a writer.
Actually working that dream job can be something that seems unattainable and farfetched, my dream job being no exception.
However, for the last two years, I have been working my dream job.
The only writing experience that I had before Kurt took a chance on me was the academic writing I did for my English major.
Of course I dabbled in writing through the years, but it was nothing more than for my own entertainment and to do something I was so very passionate about.
Being a part of The R-C staff has been nothing short of a dream come true.
I am working my dream job.
Who else can say that they sipped coffee while interviewing Charlie Daniels over the phone?
Or stood in the freezing-cold drizzle petting one of a triplet of brown bear cubs?
Or sat in the presence of a reunion that included a World War II pilot and a Dutchman who received aid from that very pilot?
The work I did with our local veterans was a true treasure.
Spending time with these legends is something I never took for granted and never wanted to cut short.
I learned the most from these men.
Every morning as I walked into The R-C, I knew I was going to talk to someone who was going to teach me something.
Whether it was teaching me the importance of patience, or how to listen for the real ddiamond in a conversation, or the power of a smile and showing a genuine interest, I was always learning.
Up until the last day I was learning from our customers and my sources.
I feel so fortunate to have had the opportunity to share so many different people’s stories with our readers.
I wanted to invoke emotions through my writing, both good and bad.
If you felt something reading one of my stories I was doing my job.
I always felt as a reporter it was my job to bring light to an aspect of someone’s life or something within the community that may have been sitting in the shadows.
If one person read one of my articles and said, “I had no idea,” or “That is really interesting,” or even “Are you kidding me?” I feel like I succeeded in my mission.
Scoring a job directly out of college, in a field I thought I would never find my footing in, is pretty incredible.
Being able to find success in this journey has been icing on my career cake.
From a young waitress slinging pancakes in Kansas, to an award-winning journalist, that is a trip I have to pinch myself to believe.
I wouldn’t have the experiences and determination to forge forward trying to make journalism my career if it weren’t for the people standing behind me drawing dying fish next to a less than thrilling lead, or the sources who had confidence in me to come back and ask me to cover their event on a yearly basis, or for the few friends I have made through unconventional means because of my time here at The R-C.
I can’t thank each source, each commentarian, each fellow writer, each coworker enough for standing beside me in my journey.
Today will be Sarah Hauck’s last day at The Record-Courier. Reach her at 782-5131, ext. 27