Between 1995 and 1997, I was a very troublesome reporter.
Owen Baptiste allowed me every opportunity to better myself, keep my job and build it into a successful career.
When my son was close to being born, Baptiste called me to his office one day and asked me why I had not told him that my wife was pregnant.
He then instructed his secretary to order me a pager, assign a mobile phone to me for the coming couple months and have a driver provided to me to take me to night assignments and get me home or wherever I needed to go, also for the next couple months.
Baptiste did not stand for nonsense or carelessness in copy. He would bouff mercilessly, then later on let you know the issue was dealt with and laid to rest, one the lesson was earnt.
Baptiste would ensure the reporters and photographers were treated well and provided with whatever they needed to get the job done effectively and safely.
He taught us up-and-coming reporters a lot by example and made us who worked under his guidance, the last of a great breed of journalists. Rest well, Mr Owen Baptiste.