I told someone that a guy he knew was violently killed tonight. And then I had to do it again.
I knew this would happen at some point. And I think for my first time doing it, I held myself together pretty damn well. But there’s really no way to be prepared for it.
But in a very strange way, I’m glad it was difficult. If it was easy, that would be worse, I think. It would mean I was cold, unfeeling, uncaring. And I don’t want that. I like knowing that I’m human and although I’m telling someone some of the worst news you could think of, I don’t want to be doing it.
In this business, you have to keep yourself from getting too wrapped up in it. And in a strange way, doing things like telling someone they know was shot to death in a car is that kick that keeps that from happening. It reminds you that you’re doing something difficult. It reminds you that what you do affects people. And I think that’s something we all need to be reminded of at some point.
