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A phone call yesterday afternoon reaffirmed my faith in my profession.
Cancer-stricken father of three, Mr Goh Hoon Tiong, had called to inform us - with a mix of gratitude and relief - that he has finally received the remaining $29,500. (See report on page 7.)
It was money he had waited for over the last two months. Money that had come from kind-hearted members of the public, who had been touched by the man's plight.
The soft-spoken man, who is too weak to work, said he was especially grateful that The New Paper's report had helped to make things right for him and his children.
And this is why I love the job we do - when our reports help make a difference in someone's life.
Journalism can be tough. It is about pounding the streets to track down elusive, reluctant newsmakers and sources, to cajole them into sharing information or their feelings. All that requires interpersonal skills.
You have to sometimes brave difficult newsmakers and pick yourself up after having doors slammed in your face.
Then there are the punishing hours, lost weekends and precious time with family and friends sacrificed for that story.
It is about an endless series of deadlines.
But there are moments that make all the hard work worthwhile.
This is when you discover that you matter, never mind how minutely, to people's lives and that you've helped in some small way.
Then it hits you. The job is more than a slog.
It can be a moving experience.