A couple of days ago, I got back from a week-long stay in the Alamo city: San Antonio, TX. My goal was to attend and report on the San Antonio Independent Christian Film Festival, a division of Vision Forum ministries. While many events occurred that made me stand in silence, like shaking hands with Dean Jones, Kirk Cameron, and the producers of Expelled, I was most stunned by the way people responded to my press pass.
Everyone wants notoriety, but not everyone wants to talk to the news people. Some of the big shots who I approached would give me suspicious looks and grill me on the newspaper I wrote for. Those I talked to who had little experience with the media would brighten when I told them who I represented and eagerly turn toward me, ready for their chance at getting their name in print. Finally, those who I wasn't speaking to professionally, but nonetheless saw the brilliantly emblazoned word "press" on my chest would look at my face, look at my badge, and look at my face again with a totally different expression. The words "veiled awe" comes to mind.
Rather than make me arrogant, as would so likely be the case, I have tried to use the last week to realize that I'm not really anybody. When Dean Jones talked about "Walt [this]...and Walt said [that]..." it reminded me that my press badge was just a piece of paper, printed by a normal computer, laminated by a normal laminating machine anyone could buy. I haven't done anything extraordinary.
"It's not who I am inside but what I do that defines me."--Batman
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