Journalist Hoang Nguyen Vu: "The death of Nghia is full of confusion..."

The male journalist's article made netizens feel uneasy.

At 19:00 on February 15, an ambulance departed from Ho Chi Minh City and brought the body of Nguyen Van Nghia - a new student at the University of Technical Education of Ho Chi Minh City, who disappeared and died mysteriously back to his hometown in Tay commune. An (Tay Son district, Binh Dinh).

At 5:00 am on February 16, the ambulance wheel slowly turned into Nghia's house in Tra Son village. On both sides of the small alley, relatives and neighbors stood to welcome me home. In the same place, these same people, less than a week ago, sent me off to the city to study with high hopes.

Recently, journalist Hoang Nguyen Vu had a poignant post about this incident: "If the student chose to die because his family was too poor...

The story of student Nguyen Van Nghia became even more haunting when in the press, the image of her returning in a coffin in the poor countryside made our hearts tighten.

A shabby house in a small hamlet. The father with a small figure austerely wears old clothes; a mother in pain, suffering, and dumbfounded...

Looking at that family situation, everyone painfully understood that Nghia - one of those people's great hopes, for a future might be different from what we see in the present. But that hope is gone forever.

Nghia is not the only student of this S-shaped country, having such a family before entering the lecture hall, as well as entering the hectic life out there.

There are children who are even more miserable, losing both parents. There are children who live day and night in a grass hut in the field. With you, I don't even have a house to live in. But then with their energy, with the compassion of people, they firmly entered the lecture hall and then went up with sturdy bare feet.

The same person who wrote this article, 500,000 entered the press lecture hall in September 1998. The next month, the poor father sold the wooden house and sent money to Hanoi, the motto was to sell it to him to learn any day or that day.

The journalism student that year did not want to see his family sell nothing to sell, so in the following months, knowing that he was poor, he found a job to do, wrote articles to live by himself.

Perhaps when people have nothing, people easily overcome their own circumstances, just keep moving forward, without looking back all the way through the first step in the journey to find the value of life.

Nghia's death is difficult to understand. It was even more confusing when the investigation agency proved that she ended her life, not a murder, as many people speculated.

Of course, the investigating agency in this case can hardly be wrong and there is no reason to be wrong. The puzzling thing here is why a good and good student would find such an end by himself.

Some people deduced that Nghia left his family background and moved to Saigon with more than 1 million dong in hand (which his parents still had to borrow), overwhelmed with everything, guilty of his poverty, shocked to the point of not passing overcome, we should find this end, when we do not want our parents to suffer and we have to continue to feel guilty about our poverty.

I'm inclined towards her suffering from depression after a long time not going to school. As for poverty, I've been poor for 19 years of my life, poor for 12 years of school, there's no reason when I go to university to be able to surrender to poverty so easily.

I would like to think of some other reasons than poverty. It is not difficult for a student to study while working, especially after the epidemic, there is a serious shortage of service personnel in a big city like Saigon. Nghia has enough money to get a part-time job, enough for me to cover my life in this flower city for the rich, and tears for the poor.

As a good student, and a poor child, I completely understand that. But assuming that reason is true...

Suppose there are young people in this world who are so afraid of poverty that they act foolishly like that... well, just look at the funeral of the poor country, look at two old people who were stripped of all hope after a while. life takes care of children; look at the ramshackle house waiting for a child to return to make it bigger, but forever can't, to see that, my friend, poverty is not as scary as not being able to overcome your poverty situation.

When you are poor, you suffer one, then your parents suffer ten, because they had to swallow their tears inside, sweat out to raise you up. And if you do anything foolish to escape that poverty, they will suffer a hundred.

But suffering at that age, there will not be many opportunities to change life to get rid of suffering. Meaning, hope that inference is wrong, hope that the truth is not so. I can't answer anymore, so if other friends in the same situation have the slightest thought like that, please dismiss it immediately. There's no reason to destroy yourself and hurt people like that!

If being born in poor families is a destiny, our job is to overcome that fate and bring happiness to ourselves and our disadvantaged loved ones. It's true that everyone has a destiny, but in the end, it's all about how we choose to live!"

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