Lost on the deserted dike

That time getting lost not only reminded me to be careful when going to the base, but also gave me a lesson that behind every road, every trip, there are always ordinary people ready to help.

The time I got lost on the deserted dike is an unforgettable memory of my early days as a journalist.

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 on the riverbank of Nhan Hue commune (Chi Linh city). I clearly remember it was an early winter day, the sunlight 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 the more I walked, the longer the dike road seemed to be 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 bare roots. Only then did I realize that I was lost.

At that time, Google map was not popular, the phone battery was running low, and there was no one to ask, I started to feel worried. I stopped, took a deep breath to calm down. Going 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 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 rumbling sound 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 base, but also taught me that behind every road, every trip, there are always ordinary people ready to help.

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