Legs... run

Journalism requires solid expertise, quickness, and timeliness in information, so reporters are always ready to... run to work.

Choosing journalism as a career, we have to regularly go to the field to collect information and documents and have to complete the work on time, on “schedule”. Each trip is a competition for the accuracy and speed of information. The work is so hectic that we have to… run!

In the Dak Lak region, working in the dry season is fine, except for having to accept sunburn, but going to the field during the rainy season, reporters often have to "cry to heaven!". Because of the unfavorable weather, going to the field and collecting information takes a lot of time and effort, and even faces many dangers on the road.

Resident reporter in Dak Lak province working in a remote commune in Cu M'gar district.

I still remember clearly, 15 years ago, when I first started working as a journalist, one day in May, I decided to go to work in the H'Mong village - the most remote village of the remote commune of Ea Kiet (Cu M'gar district), where many H'Mong people migrated from the North to live. From the center of Cu M'gar district, I received a warning: "If you go into the village and it rains, it's like... there's no way back."

That day, I went with a colleague to report to you. In the morning, on the winding red dirt road to the village, we were so excited and excited, but after noon, it suddenly started to rain heavily, we were so "humiliated". The rain made the motorbike covered with red mud, the two wheels could not move. We were stuck in the middle of the slippery rainy road, unable to move forward or backward, the water was flowing higher and higher. We were both wet and cold, unable to move, our spirits were somewhat "disturbed", after a while, we were exhausted, we could only stand in the middle of the rainy road.

The rain gradually eased, and we cheered when we saw the tractor of the villagers returning from the fields. Three strong farmers got out, quickly helped us lift the motorbike onto the tractor and gave us a ride to the main road. Sitting on the bulky tractor, the sound of the engine drowning out the sound of the rain, we were taught a lesson by an old farmer in a loud voice: “When you go back to the village, you must know…. “look at the sky” before going!”.

There are hardships, bitterness, and risks, but with the nature of the profession, journalism requires a lot of traveling and brings many interesting experiences that not every profession has. I, like everyone who has taken on the journalism career, have one thing in common: we are always ready to commit and throw ourselves into it. Therefore, the happy and sad memories of the trips just keep growing, and it is difficult to tell them all.

Despite the hardships and pressures, journalism also brings glory and pride to those who work in it when they are committed and passionate about the work they love. The reward for all those hardships is the happy moment when they see their work reach readers quickly, vividly and well received by readers.

If someone asks me what I like most about my job, I would answer without hesitation: it is the trips! Travel to know, travel to feel and travel to write. From my own interesting experiences that have become memories that are deeply ingrained in my mind, to remember, to love the job and to motivate me to move forward.

Choosing to be a journalist, we still do not forget to advise each other: we must maintain a strong health, a "steel" spirit to have the strength to... run!

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/xa-hoi/202506/chan-chay-44203ed/