Life is not a place to play

My siblings and I were born in the midland tea hills and palm forests of the North. My parents had 9 children in total, all with the same personalities. Now they are grown up and have a stable life. Among them, my younger sister has a very different and precious personality: she was gentle and kind since childhood, and grew up generous and not very competitive. However, in life, she encountered many challenges that if she was not steadfast, she would easily give up. It can be said that she was born to face challenges and win, specifically through the following trivial stories...

Cuộc đời đâu phải chốn rong chơi - Ảnh 1. — My brother and grandson currently live in Phong Chau town, Phu Ninh district, Phu Tho province.

The two brothers were only a little over a year apart, in my hometown we call it giving birth to one year, or three years and two years, to talk about the little children. My mother said that my brother was very good, just needed to sit in the middle of a tray or a mat to play alone, then she could comfortably do other things, while I rushed out and the consequence is that I still have a scar on my forehead. And also thanks to my good memory, I can still tell relatively accurate details of the stories from a few decades ago that I was a part of.

The first story, when I was 4 or 5 years old, I went out to the yard to scratch a pile of sand, I don't know how I scratched my fingernails, but I didn't cry or say anything. When I saw the tip of my finger bleeding, my mother asked me why I didn't say anything, I answered calmly: I was afraid I wouldn't let them play with me. One time I was beaten, I didn't tell anyone, my mother saw the scratches on my head and asked why I beat my brother, I also innocently answered: because I ruined the pile of sand. And also, at mealtimes we were often given a fish each, while my brother finished his bowl of rice but didn't finish his fish, on the contrary, I finished my fish but didn't finish my bowl of rice, and then I "robbed" the fish from his bowl, but he remained silent, didn't say anything, and didn't cry or explain to the adults...

Another thing is that after finishing high school, I continued to study human cultivation, a very noble profession but also full of hardships and difficulties, especially the learning process is not easy for a person at the age of growing up. To describe the difficulties, I can only say that this was a period of "starving and wearing rags", both literally and figuratively at that time. However, with my love for the profession, I endured and overcame everything. After finishing school, I was assigned to teach at a school in a remote area. The majority of the people here are Muong ethnic, the economy is not yet developed, the level of education is not high, the concept of education is limited, the students' parents mainly worry about food and clothing. The school facilities are also simple, many students have personalities, absorb knowledge slowly, they go to school late, so the age difference is large, leading to very different psychology. My sister told me that there were tall children who dared to bully the teacher, there were very good children, but they missed some classes because their house was far away, there were children who loved to study but their house was too difficult and they had to miss school, the teacher had to go to their house to persuade them to go to school... and many other reasons that made them have to rack their brains to find the most effective way to handle the work, which without the conscience of a true teacher, they would never be able to do.

This was a big challenge for a 21-year-old girl, new to the profession, with little experience in life and career. However, thanks to her courage and love for the profession, she overcame everything, her teaching results always achieved the title of excellent teacher right from the first years, was commended and awarded, and received exemplary reports...

Due to work circumstances, at the age of "thirty" I just started a family, then two very cute boys were born in the joy of a teacher, these were days of family full of happiness. But from here, a great incident and loss came. In 1998, my beloved husband passed away forever, after going through many hospitals from Viet Tri to Hanoi , just because they could not determine where the wound was to come up with the most effective treatment plan. At that time, money, vehicles, communication... were extremely difficult and lacking, even I in Ho Chi Minh City only knew after everything was done, so I could not help.

After her husband passed away, a mother with a teacher's salary, to raise two children: one 2 years old, the other almost 4 years old was not a small problem. Later, thanks to the attention and support of leaders at all levels, she transferred to a more convenient place. But it was not yet peaceful, when the second child entered 5th grade, a tumor was discovered on the child's head, so the mother quit her job and ran back and forth to Viet Tri, tomorrow Hanoi to check on her child, in the end fortunately the tumor was cured.

Then, about 3 years ago, my grandson was born prematurely and had eye problems. The doctor said he needed intensive treatment (with an injection worth millions of dong), otherwise he would be permanently blind. And this time, as a grandmother, I did not hesitate to travel back and forth, still to Viet Tri - Hanoi, as familiar as ever, and then burst into happiness when I saved my grandson's eyes.

The above is only a part of what I know, there will certainly be more, but with a distance of nearly 2,000 kilometers, I cannot know everything, because you are also shy to talk about the sacrifices and sufferings and especially write about you. As my brother, I want from now on your life to be the most beautiful high notes, because my sister deserves it, and the low notes and suffering like that are more than enough, don't test her anymore. Her husband died, she stayed single, worshiped her husband, raised her children, did not remarry, played two roles alone, while there were many people who questioned her... is a rare decision. Buddhism says: life is a sea of suffering, then it is true that my sister has swum across a very deep and wide ocean, full of storms and rain that not every woman can overcome, and until now it can be said that she has completed her career of cultivating people, and she is the one who has won.

It should also be added that with a teacher's salary, raising two children alone to complete university and enter the world is a big problem, or rather, it is a day of hard work. To make ends meet, I also opened a tutoring class. Thanks to my dedication and reputation, even though I am retired, my work is very favorable, and to this day, parents still trust me to send their children to study here.

To conclude this article, I would like to make a personal statement: life is not a place for leisure, life is not easy but always has to face difficulties, challenges, and pressures. Reality shows that not every journey is full of silk or thorns, the important thing is that people must have a strong will, not retreat and be discouraged by difficulties. My brother's case is a typical example of rowing the boat to overcome the sea of suffering in a spectacular way and is also a very valuable lesson for everyone, especially for those in similar circumstances.