Settle for More

by Megyn Kelly

In those days, I enthusiastically took every shift they gave me. Christmas? No problem. Friday and Saturday night? Absolutely. Work a double? Yes. I’d advise anyone in a new job to do the same thing: say yes to everything. Everything within reason. Until you don’t have to. Do it happily and without complaint. These days, I’m more judicious in my choices—I have to be, given the time constraints I’m under. But I’m still a hard worker. Little by little, I started to get better shifts, and eventually, better stories. Occasionally, I’d get to go on Shepard Smith’s The Fox Report at 7:00 p.m., which I really enjoyed. He’s still my favorite news anchor. And my favorite show to appear on was always Special Report with Brit Hume. It was the best journalistic training ground a young reporter could ask for. When our packages would air, we’d watch the so-called Brit cam, a camera on Brit’s face that we could see on our internal feed. If he grimaced, you were on the shit list. If he yelled, you were dead. If he smiled? Well, that was too good to hope for. One night I got a grimace. Damn. After the show ended, Kim Hume pulled me aside. A sound bite that should have been cut had been in the segment. “Why was that in there?” she asked. “I don’t know,” I said. “I told them—” “What could you have done differently to prevent it?” “I don’t know. I told the editor not to include it, and he didn’t listen.” “Not him,” she said. “You. What could you have done differently?” This was an important m...