Most journalists will tell you that getting involved with your subjects is bad journalism. You lose your edge and objectivity. But every once in a while, you run across someone while covering a story that changes your whole life. Someone who is so extraordinary that you're drawn to them. In my career as a photojournalist, I have one such person and his name was Jack Williams. Jack, you see, died a few years back of cancer and I, to this day, miss the conversations and friendship that we had. I consider myself a journalist- even today, but also, and above all else, I consider myself a human being who cares about those around him.