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Nearly ten years ago, when I first started working as a journalist, although I was not familiar with the area, I thought that with just a camera and a small notebook, I could work anywhere. But in reality, that was not the case.
That day, I was assigned to report on the agricultural production situation in the riverbank of Nhan Hue commune (Chi Linh city). I clearly remember that it was an early winter day, the sunlight gradually fading behind the bamboo grove. When I turned onto the earthen dike, I subjectively thought that I only needed to walk along the dike to reach the ferry to Nam Sach district and then go home. But walking and walking... the dike road seemed endless. The sun began to set low. There were no signs, no people. The wind began to blow strongly. The early winter winds blowing from the river made me shiver. On the right was the river, on the left was a harvested rice field with only the roots left. Only then did I realize that I was lost.
At that time, Google Maps was not popular, my phone was running out of battery, and there was no one to ask, I started to feel worried. I stopped, took a deep breath to calm down. After walking a little further, I met a man who was busy cutting grass on the dike. I quickly asked for directions to the ferry. Seeing my urgent question, he guessed that I was lost. He showed me the way to the ferry, telling me to hurry because the ferry would leave early. I bowed my head in thanks and hurriedly followed the direction the old man pointed. Luckily, I caught the last ferry of the day.
Sitting on the small boat, listening to the roar of the engine, I breathed a sigh of relief.
That time I got lost became an unforgettable memory in my early years as a journalist. It not only reminded me to be careful when going to the grassroots, but also taught me a lesson that behind every road, every trip, there are always ordinary people ready to help.
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