Wow, watching and aggregating all the #SFBatKid stuff today was so awesome. Watching Miles roam around his Gotham, awaiting the next heart-wrenching photograph, was one of the most joyful experiences I’ve had in a long, long time.
I saw it start popping up on my Tweetdeck— photos and tweets—, but for 10 to 15 minutes kept this little joy to myself, selfishly not telling the Beast editors.
Finally, when I knew I had to share what I was seeing, I quietly pitched it to an editor, striving to keep my voice from cracking with emotion. Well I wasn’t pitching them so much as telling them I was going to do this and they could run it or not. And then I was off, taking in everything I could find and dragging it into our Storify. At 4pm I realized I hadn’t eaten lunch but I didn’t care. Joyful tears prickled my eyes for hours.
It was the complete opposite of our work on the Newtown shooting and the Boston Marathon bombing, which were so, so difficult to monitor closely, but, for the worst reasons, came with similarly watery eyes.
Anyway, I just wanted to write this to thank Patricia Wilson, the San Francisco Make-A-Wish branch, the people of San Francisco, and Miles for letting me share just a sliver of pure goodness today. May such kindnesses make the news again soon.
(Photo via @KRON4MPelton)
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