I would have liked to have bene a photo journalist. I went to school for it and really enjoyed the classes. Then there was this ethical class that changed my way of thinking. It was a picture in a text book of a mother and child trapped in a burning building. They screamed for help and a reporter saw the whole thing. When no help came, the mother had to make a decision whether to burn in the fire or take a chance and jump. She first dropped her baby from the window while she cried believing that she wouldn't be hurt or at least not too badly and then the mother jumped. How do I know of this story? It was in the textbook.
The reporter saw the whole thing complete with frame by frame pictures. While the mother was deciding how to die, the reporter was deciding to save the mother and child or lose the story of a life time.
I knew from that moment on, I couldn't be associated with such a job that could change a person like that. I am a counselor/social worker. I write and draw on the side.