Lost on the deserted dike

That incident of getting lost not only reminded me to be careful when going to the field, but also taught me a lesson: behind every road, every journey, there are always ordinary people ready to help.

Getting lost on a deserted dike is an unforgettable memory from my early days as a journalist.

Nearly a decade ago, when I first started in journalism, even though I wasn't familiar with the area, I thought that with just a camera and a small notebook, I could work anywhere. But in reality, that wasn't the case.

That day, I was assigned to report on the agricultural production situation in the riverside area 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 naively thought that just walking along the dike would take me to the ferry crossing to Nam Sach district and then home. But I kept walking and walking… the dike road seemed endless. The sun began to set. No signs, no people in sight. The wind started to blow strongly. The early winter winds blowing from the river made me shiver. To my right was the river, to my left was a harvested rice field with only stubble remaining. It was then that I realized I was lost.

Back then, Google Maps wasn't widespread, my phone was running low on battery, and there was no one to ask for directions, so I started to feel anxious. I stopped, took a deep breath to calm myself down. After walking a little further, I met an old man cutting grass by the embankment. I quickly asked him for directions to the ferry terminal. Seeing my urgency, he guessed I was lost. He pointed the way to the ferry terminal, telling me to hurry before the ferry closed. I bowed my head in thanks and hurried in the direction he indicated. Luckily, I caught the last ferry of the day.

Sitting on the small boat, listening to the rhythmic sound of the engine, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That incident of getting lost became an unforgettable memory during my early years as a journalist. It not only reminded me to be careful when going to the field, but also taught me a lesson: behind every road, every journey, there are always ordinary people ready to help.

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