It never fails, every winter I think of one of the worst tragedies I covered as a news reporter. Picture this: a 9-year-old 4th grader ran outside worried about his dog in a snowstorm. He never came home. He was found curled up in a thick underbrush not too far away. The only villain? Cold. Snatched from the warmth of his family because he got lost and froze to death. I waited with the rest of the media masses while the search for this boy continued in Norton, MA, a small town south of Boston. There were police, fire and rescue, and many volunteers, and there were dogs. As a reporter, just waiting was horrible. During these stories, I always felt I'd rather be out there doing, than sitting around, then writing about the outcome.