Journalistic Integrity: Found

At one point in time, many years, but no so long ago, I wanted to be an investigative reporter. I wanted to be a Photo Journalist. I had an aptitude for one but not the other. And in the hustle and bustle of things that could not be changed I decided that journalism was not for me after all. Why? I was unable to fulfill my commitment to my Journalism Teacher because I was very sick. She moved on and I was left to write small articles, I was left behind so instead of staying the course and working my way back into the groove, I moved on to something else. But here's the thing: I didn't really. I just stopped writing as much. I was editing things in my head, taking stock and asking questions, forming concepts and talking about it but not writing.

Until now, I had no purpose to write. All things are already being talked about and I had lost my passion for prose. Until Bug.

He makes me want to write again. He makes me investigate and search for the story, the reason, the headline. I see him, daily, just being a 7 year old boy and not thinking anything about his Epilepsy, in fact I am not sure he thinks much at all but he is happy. He knows no difference. Our lives are forever different, but his is what it has always been and I moved to share that. Motivated to bring hope to people that *do* think about their Epilepsy and are having a hard time reconciling that their life is not all about their Epilepsy. So, I write again, hopefully I write with purpose and with clarity. With no passion but fact as proof. Hopefully.