When I was 17 years old, there was a time when I thought about jumping into a car to end my life, after seeing my parents’ wars, and there was a time when I participated in that war as a beast with all my wildest instincts, after which I dared not look at my neighbor anymore. At the age of 17, at the most carefree and energetic age of my life, I was no longer passionate about life, I had lost faith and confidence. I’m bored, and live a carefree life. Study? For what? I often skip school to bury my head in DOTA (a team role-playing game), one day I sit at a net shop from 7 am to 9 pm, some days I play overnight, often skip classes, skip school, and study results. My workouts are getting worse and worse. I tried to express my opposition to my parents and to the whole school. Mother’s beatings no longer frighten me, I don’t care about bad grades anymore, I think my heart has turned to stone. However, there is one event that has contributed to change. my life forever. That day, I went to class and heard the girl sitting at the top table look down and excitedly tell me: “Hey! Viet Anh got 8 marks in literature, and the teacher praised him as “This boy often skips school but writes with fire”. I don’t know how to describe to you that moment, my life seemed to be in darkness forever, suddenly a light flashed, a door opened, and my heart fell in love again. , with literature, with writing. That joy is hard to describe, but saved the life of a person, an innocent boy, a boy who was passionate about discovering life, then the storms suddenly struck, he was helpless between life, losing all faith, it’s only left, although many people around always try to compensate and share with it the warmth. It’s been 13 years, but I won’t forget those days. The hurt can’t be expressed in words, and I can’t forget the social essay and that day… It helped me to yearn for life again, I dream of becoming a reporter, becoming a reporter. become a writer. If I work as a reporter, I will be able to travel to many places, meet many people and write. If I were a writer, I would write about my life. And since then, many nights I sit by the window in the dark, I write stories, I am no longer lonely. Then I took the university entrance exam to journalism, but failed straight with a score of 10.5 in 3 subjects. It was understandable because I continued to skip school, continued to play games after that, I only paid attention to games and literature… Looking back now, I consider myself lucky and lucky to have a successful essay. 8 points despite being crossed in red with spelling errors. Fortunately, there are friends who have always been there to help me through difficult days. And fortunately, Mom and Dad, no matter what, always give me the greatest love. After 10 years of graduation, I came back for the first time in years and decided not to go back to school if I hadn’t done something to be proud of. What I look forward to the most is to find the teacher of Literature that day, Ms. Phuong, to tell her: “Thank you, that day you saved my life!”. That day I saw that she was very happy, her eyes were sparkling, she showed me off to the students in her class. At that time, I had just started my own company for a while, and had already fulfilled my dreams of the day: to go and write. Today, I am sitting and writing other bigger dreams. old dreams. And in this dream I have you, young man! I have patiently waited 7 years after finishing my cycling journey in 63 provinces in Vietnam to write this book, a book about 6 months of cycling by a 23-year-old young man, I want to dedicate it to myself. myself and for you too. I hope that my simple stories on the road and my humble writing ability can give you a little motivation, to discover wonderful things in the Outer World. and even the wonderful things inside of you. Let me once be the messenger to send you Faith, Enthusiasm, Love, Dream, Ambition to live a Meaningful Life. And I invite you to join me for a tour around Vietnam by bicycle through the stories I recorded on the side of the road.