Portrait of the Vietnam Steemians 2018: Ngoc curie

Part 1: My sister, my great friend

The last days of June with the merciless air, while lying on the book and listening to the gentle melody emanating from his computer, suddenly in my mind show a crooked thought. That gentle sound made me drift into a certain world, a world just as virtual ...

The place where I keep memories, sad memories, where I have met friends, good-hearted brothers, get acquainted with the new culture.

And suddenly I think about my friend, sister, aunt - Cao Thi Kim Ngoc. I'm not a stranger, it's @lenancie.

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That woman was probably the man I respected in steemit, who changed my mind. Maybe so, when watching the scenes of Auntie, all of them are clear and true.

I and Aunt met each other through a writing competition of @nguoiviet. I was impressed by the professional working style, how to handle the problem in a simple way and especially very enthusiastic about her work.

I almost spent the evening just to talk to Auntie. There are no words, no matter what age, we talk and exchange with each other as friends. At that time I knew that I had a great friend.

I and Aunt together propose ideas, contests for the community. I was given a cute nickname by my aunt. We are still having fun with each other every day, and events start happening.



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I have a habit of strolling around steemit every free time, I search every corner, every article. It's like a new world that attracts me. And that day I found a gambling platform. In the early days, I was not very excited about it. But the curiosity of youth, I was almost attracted to it. I spend time with it almost all the time, even when I go to school. I show Aunt her about her words.
She still respects me, does not deter me. Part of being in the process of learning about curie, partly because of her busy job. And then what comes also. "Money is like water, then it will be gone, hands do not hand back empty." I almost lost a lot of money.
When I see the money in my wallet without wings, I do not blame myself, but consolation, encouragement and advised me not to go further into that path.

But things did not stop there. Uncle Dang is the one who supports us so much on steemit. Knowing I gamble, he stopped all support for us. Not only did I lose my way of making money to pay for my daily life, but also for my aunt's reprimand. Knowing the story, Aunt remembers me, encourages me, and my aunt has assisted in writing an apology for me. But I still can not go back. It seems my path on steemit has been completely over. She spent the whole week there just to encourage me, advised me to find my own way when uncle Dang no longer support.



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For a while, I gradually shaped my path. We came back to our previous fun talk, telling each other stories of life and Steemit. But I got into playing with my friends, and I used up all the money that my dad sent to pay for my living room and room.
I texted her to negotiate that Aunt would buy the money in my wallet. I did not tell the truth about why I ran out of money. But I am happy to help. I went to find out everything and know that she is not overpayment money, but it must be very hard to help me. That was the first time I cried. But no one knows it, including Auntie.

After a while, I and Aunt worked hard and learned something new on Steemit. I am no longer the articles that have no value. She also started to get closer to her dream of becoming a curie. But my life on Steemit was never flat. I am entangled in another wave. This time seems to make Aunt very angry, and only told me one sentence: "I do not believe you anymore". I feel extremely down, do not want to do anything. Soon after that, I nicknamed myself badoy - bad guy to somehow reminded myself of the mistakes that have been made, to blame myself for hurting and affecting Aunt too much.



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I'm drunk at night
Where helpless, numerous dreams
I do not know who I am
Spinning here is dark because the world is waiting for me until tomorrow.

Three days later, when I get up, I get a message from Auntie: "Let's try something else." I was resurrected, no longer mottled face like before again. I am happy again , and talk with Aunt more than before. But I do not talk to Aunt comfortably.
I know that she also has her own life, work and cannot always talk to her as a trainee. I told myself that I must do my best not to be with you.
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Part 2: A person dedicated to the community

Not only did I help myself. Aunt spent a lot of time helping newcomers in the verification and into the support list. And especially the event of gambling at that time. I know she has struggled to explain and hear a lot of words that hurt her only to find ways to help people come back then. She quietly encourages each one, one by one.

But what did you get then? No salary, no acclimation. The Aunt receives only a vague managerial name. But I never complained about it. Someone is tired, someone has fallen. But I still stand there. Still a sincere, fun, full of life resin of a Foreign Trade School graduate.

Not just a problem solver, it seems that Auntie is also a reconciler. How much dispute, how many quarrels, Aunts take themselves out as the stela to help people get back on. I do not know how many bad words about Aunt that time anymore ...
But I have set a good example of enthusiasm, tolerance, friendly towards people, not relatives or strangers.
She has given me a strong heart to me, to other members like me so that we too become more engaged in exploring, learning and helping others in the community.

I know not only myself but also many other Asterisks, they have people who show up on Facebook, somebody prays praise Aunt. But all of them, as well as me, have been touched by her heart and carefree enthusiasm.



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When I write these lines, then suddenly out of the rain there from the back. Grains, millions of seeds gnawing sadness. I watch the rain that memories come back but I know that now I have too many things "can not".
Can not go back to the time of the two old friends. Not just today, but tomorrow, and the day and many days later.
I can not walk the steps as smooth as my first days in Steemit.
Can not keep sad, cry and depend on Aunt.

But I will continue to try. There were times when I remembered Auntie silently reopening the message, listening to Aunt telling about the things about, things that she longed for me until later. That is how I find a place - the only place that makes my soul calm, making everything complicated life easier and clearer. I have more motivation to stick with the Steemit community, believe in good things in the virtual world, find myself growing up through the way Aunt guide, learn the giving, learn how to live mind ... And I seem to be able to control some of the disagreements of youth.

This is my article for the @livvu sister contest. In this article, I want to express the most genuine feelings, the best thoughts to write about my aunt @lenancie. I do not expect much for the award, I want my aunt happy to read this article. Although not able to return to the time of two friends in the past because of life-changing worries always thank Aunt for what has passed, a beautiful and warm memory of human beings. I have a lot of people I love in the Steemit community, but I would like to give this article to Auntie, as a tribute to what she has done for me.
If my article is selected, I would like to draw a picture of Aunt in the photo below. Wish @livvu contest is brilliant! *