Years ago, when I was a teenager, I worked in a restaurant that had a rickety old service elevator that was probably built in the late 1800s. My job was to take the trash to the dumpster at the ground level or bring supplies up from ground level. This elevator was the kind where you had to open the door yourself to get in and out. Often it did not line up with the floor and I had to step or crawl out of it often. I guess I am very lucky to still be here today.
Other skills besides literacy are required to get through journalism school these days.