Remember Henry W? I lobbied for a reporter to do a story on him. I lobbied hard, because really, Henry's story is such a testimony to the human spirit. I lobbied so well that it was suggested that I do the story because I am so passionate about the topic. *blink* Dang. Did not see that coming.
The thing is, I write about little stuff. I write extensively about little stories that amuse but, in the grand scheme of things, don't matter to anybody but me. Henry's story is important. Really important. It really deserves a professional. Not me.
I've gone and scared myself spitless.