I was born again in my 71st year. When my lungs ceased functioning and a donor’s lungs were transplanted into my chest, my life began again.
I had always been extremely competitive, and at times successful, in my chosen profession. I had always been eager to earn and accept accolades that reinforced my ego, so essential to competitive professionals such as photojournalists.
While lying in an intensive care unit and recalling the generosity and selfless sharing that made my life possible, I began to reflect on the people who had made me what I am today. Throughout my life, there have been decisive turning points resulting from someone or something that changed my perceptions and nudged me in another direction.
Imagine leading a ...