In 2002, I entered journalism as a fateful relationship with the sunny and windy land of Ninh Thuan . Time flies, and now it has been 23 years since I joined journalism. In conclusion, I realized: “Journalism” is a purposeful journey. It is to go to listen, observe, search, discover, filter, and string together the colorful details and pieces of life to create a journalistic work.
Recalling the early days of entering television, at that time, Sony 9,000-9,500 cameras using VHF bands were given to reporters who were considered VIPs; the first generation Nokia 1100 brick phone was still a luxury; the newly re-established mountainous district of Bac Ai had a locality that was almost isolated because there was no car road; Ninh Thuan Radio and Television Station had to send all staff, reporters, and technicians to Bac Ai to produce news, reports, and rebroadcast radio and television programs to serve local staff and people. This was also the period when a reporter like me was always eager, waiting, nervous, and attentively watching the daily news bulletin of Ninh Thuan Radio and Television Station and the feeling was hard to describe, like being happy as if the flag had been lifted in my stomach every time the words "Th/ Huu Tam" appeared on TV.
During more than 23 years of working in journalism, my enthusiasm, youth, and passion for the job have helped me experience many different emotions. I remember one time I spent a whole week patrolling and sweeping with the forest management force, crossing countless forests, wading through countless streams, and feeling the bone-chilling cold at an altitude of more than 2,000m in the Phuoc Binh plateau of Ninh Thuan and Bidoup, Nui Ba of Lam Dong. There were times when my arms bled when I crossed mountains, crossed forests, and passed through sharp cogon grasses to approach the fault line, causing Ma Nai mountain in Phuoc Thanh commune, Bac Ai district to split in two. I remember the first time I visited the picturesque Cha Por and Cha Port waterfalls that few people have set foot on. Remember the days of making a documentary about Uncle Nam Tot and his wife, who spent a lot of effort and money to build a dam, bring water from the high mountains to help people in the border area between Ninh Thuan and Binh Thuan provinces have clean water for daily use. Then they set up classes, hired teachers, and helped the fatherless and motherless children in the Dau Den hamlet to access the written word.
I still remember clearly the working trip with the delegation of the Ninh Thuan Provincial Party Committee's Propaganda Department (now the Ninh Thuan Provincial Party Committee's Propaganda and Mass Mobilization Department) with the cadres, retirees, and veterans to the Phuoc Ha base area, Thuan Nam district, where the Ninh Thuan Provincial Party Committee and Military Command worked during the resistance war. Because thanks to this trip, I learned experiences, handling, and transforming the foul-smelling water source under the rotten leaves of forest trees into drinking water, helping people overcome their thirst in the deep forest. Perhaps only soldiers who have experienced the battlefield after years of clinging to the forest and mountains to fight the enemy can have this. I remember the fierce waves in the middle of the ocean on the 4 times of the journey to Truong Sa archipelago. Where the soldiers always held their guns firmly day and night to protect the sacred sovereignty of the sea and islands of the Fatherland. Where each dog has a name like a friend. Where there are vegetable beds that must be protected from the sun and wind every day. To get eggplants and squashes, soldiers here have to pollinate the flowers, doing the work of bees and butterflies...
I also had many trips and very emotional meetings. They were people struggling to cope with natural disasters, droughts, and floods; highland children with dirty faces, overcoming difficulties to go to school; teachers full of youthful enthusiasm, carrying with them letters, aspirations to contribute, sticking to their villages and fields to propagate, mobilize, and eliminate illiteracy for the highland people; highland doctors and nurses who are always devoted to the sick; unfortunate lives, kind hearts; disabled people overcoming themselves to become inspirational people... After the happy trips, my works were well received by audiences and listeners, this is the motivation that urges me to travel more, write more.
Traveling, studying, reading, writing and even having sleepless nights due to work requirements, sometimes even sacrificing personal happiness and sometimes not fulfilling my responsibilities to my family, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to my work. Also from those trips, I had the opportunity to meet many people and to this day many people still keep in touch, call to visit and encourage me in my work and life... That is a priceless gift that gives me more motivation and strength to continue to strive to stick with my career.
You Tam
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