She Gave My Life's Work to Her First Love

The first time my wife gave my footage to Oscar Tanner, she cried and said she had no choice. Her tears were too real not to believe.

The second time, she said it was for my own good—that the work would get more exposure under Tanner's name. I swallowed that too.

The third time, she quietly copied the raw footage I'd spent three years shooting on a plateau at fifteen thousand feet onto Oscar Tanner's hard drive. He edited it into a film, slapped his name on it, and submitted it to an international documentary festival.

That film won Best Documentary Feature.