is a profession with many rewards and with many sorrows.
must be one of the world's most critical professions. Rarely questioned the expertise of the doctor, lawyer, accountant, engineer or architect. Simply because people did not study "that" is known ignorant of it.
Instead of journalism and media in general, everyone knows.
must be one of the professions most affected by the comings and goings political and historical.
Journalism is considered one of the world's most dangerous jobs. Dozens of journalists die violently each year in the exercise of their profession.
The trade defined by Gabriel García Márquez as "the best in the world," is among the 10 most stressful occupations (diabetes, hypertension, heart disease, gastritis, ulcers, are some of the journalists recurrent disease).
But our profession gives us the possibility of being privileged witnesses and reporters of historical events, personalities VIP partners and the players a day (which we like and do not).
Every so we more or less complicated times, which can range from exposing the physical, to expose the moral and mental integrity.
But go through with.
Most of us who love this profession we are sick of it. Do not stop being reporters for a minute. We slept with the cell turned on the bedside table, read and watch everything they publish all discuss it, we ran into our newsrooms free to call us and at times bizarre when something happens to us seems warranted, we work weekends and holidays, from dawn, without sleeping or in the rain. We are curious, nonconformist, restless, inquisitors, difficult to convince skeptics and, obviously, selfish and arrogant.
Those who love the profession ... as elsewhere there is everything ...
So sometimes it hurts when we generalize, when we are in the middle of fights that do not belong to us, when we denigrate each other. For though many do not believe, who love this profession, we are generous and respectful of colleagues.
We have friends in every media. We respect, we are flattered work, we spend data.
I know that today, so worn, denigrated and reviled that is our profession, I will jump to a number for the jugular, I'll have some nice comments and many clubs. I do not care.
I am proud to be a journalist. I am proud of the teachers I had in the trenches. I am proud of my journalist friends. I am proud to have grown as a journalist and a person next to Mr. Enrique Sdrech. I'm proud of Szeto Mauro, Florence and Gustavo Etcheves Tubio are my friends.
So for them, for those who deal daily with the news daily, for all who grace this wonderful profession for me: HAPPY DAY OF JOURNALIST.
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