So I won a 3rd place award for the column I wrote about finding my daughter. It is a big deal to me. The award was given in the division 2 of the Utah-Idaho-Spokane Associated Press Association (UISAPA). The competition is judged by a newspaper from another region and determines 1st, 2nd and 3rd place in several categories.
At the Tribune I am often looked over or not recognized for my ability to write. I am not a reporter and I really get no respect from the news staff. But I won a journalism award and beat a few different "REAL" reporters in the newsroom, and at other newspaper, and instead of it earning me the respect it should have it earned me a rotten day at work.
But that is not the real bitter-sweet issue. Each time a big event comes up in my life or I accomplish something I mourn the fact that I didn't do anything when my dad was alive to see it. I robbed him of the pride that he should have had. Instead I gave him teen pregnancy, drug abuse, homelessness, prison - all the things a dad never wants for his little girl!
Friday, June 11, 2010
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i have no doubt he's very proud of what you're doing with your life these days..
Jerry
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