The postman has been dedicated to the profession for 50 years.

(Baonghean) - Parking his rickety bicycle and rearranging his stack of documents to prepare for a new workday, he smiled brightly: "Nowadays, none of my children want me to do this job anymore, saying my health is getting weaker, but the older I get, the more passionate I become about this profession..." This was the sentiment of Mr. Ho Xuan Sinh in Hung Tien commune, Hung Nguyen district, when we met him. For the past 50 years, he has dedicated his life to the postal worker profession.

In Mr. Sinh's notebook, he meticulously recorded: "In April 1964, I officially became a member of the Post Office; I remember being injured at the summit of Ba Ren (Quang Binh) while carrying a 4.5-meter-high A-shaped power pole, luckily only suffering soft tissue injuries; on February 15, 1981, I was transferred to a new job (postal worker); on September 26, 1993, I retired but was still trusted by the provincial post office and invited to continue working under contract." These brief summaries only increased our admiration for this postal worker who had dedicated 50 years to his profession…

Mr. Ho Xuan Sinh prepares for a day's work.

Born in 1941 in the rural area of ​​Hung Tien, he said: "It's as if I have a special connection with the job of delivering newspapers and letters. Since I was little, every time I heard my grandmother read the poem 'Luom' with the line 'The little boy, with his pretty little bag...', I loved it and imagined the image of Luom, and I would imitate him and perform for the whole family. That's how I ended up being involved in this profession..."

His cheerful, witty, and dedicated nature won the hearts of many people in his hometown. For 34 years, he worked as a postal worker, overcoming countless difficulties. With young children and a wife busy with her government job, he delivered mail, cleared land, and cultivated crops to support his children's education, yet he never once took leave...

Mr. Hoang Xuan Ngoc, a loyal reader of Nghe An Newspaper for decades, offered heartfelt comments about Mr. Sinh: “Mr. Sinh is a very dedicated, enthusiastic person with a cheerful personality and a special knack for distribution. Initially, Hung Tien commune had 9 newspaper titles, including 7 for rural Party branches and 2 for school Party branches. He went around encouraging people to subscribe, and now the whole commune has nearly 20 newspaper titles. Not only did he encourage subscriptions, but he also had a unique way of ‘distributing’ the newspaper. He would take copies of Nghe An Newspaper to close families to lend them to read, creating a habit of reading and staying informed, and then encouraging them to subscribe. I was the first person he invited to subscribe. Once, I joked, ‘You must have relatives working at Nghe An Newspaper, always bringing newspapers for everyone to read.’ Mr. Sinh laughed and said, ‘You kids should subscribe for me.’” Every time they heard the rattling sound of the cart, people recognized him by his familiar, warm voice: "Today's newspaper has many good news and articles..."

Day after day, with his thin frame, Mr. Sinh, along with his rickety bicycle, delivered letters and newspapers, weaving through the alleys and villages of the countryside. Every day was the same: regularly, he started work from 7 a.m. to 11 a.m. and in the afternoon from 2 p.m., finishing when dusk fell. He remembered every address, every house, every alleyway after just one visit.

He made 300 deliveries a day, but he never complained of being tired. There were days when his wife was sick, and he single-handedly took care of cooking, tending to the pigs and chickens, while also delivering documents, letters, newspapers, and distributing salaries – all with a smile on his face. What made him happiest was bringing joy and information to every home and every person in a timely and efficient manner. On some days, when newspapers increased their pages and issues, and the volume of documents was so high, his bicycle became unusable, forcing him to walk. Furthermore, his bicycle chain often came off, leaving him with a dirty face and hands, but he never let the dirt stain the newspaper or documents. Neither sunny, rainy, nor freezing weather could stop the postman from traveling back and forth through the alleys and villages to bring joy to every home and every person. His children, feeling sorry for him working so hard, suggested, "Dad, you should retire, you're getting old." He refused, saying, "Back then, the village roads in Hung Tien were difficult to navigate, but my father still fought well. Now that the village roads are paved with concrete and are wide and spacious, what's so difficult about it...?" Seeing his love for his profession, his children indulged him to make him happy.

Mrs. Sinh, his wife, recounted that even when it was mealtime, he wouldn't come home until all the documents and papers had been delivered. He would always say, "If the newspapers are a few hours late, people will ask about them, but they can still understand. But if the documents are late, that's unacceptable. The job of delivering letters and newspapers is ingrained in me, you know that. Sometimes I'm tired, but seeing him happy with his work makes me forget my fatigue. One day, he came home and boasted, 'Wife, nearly 30 students from our village passed the university entrance exam this year. I saw the admission notices with my own eyes, I'm so happy, aren't I...'"

Recently, Hung Tien commune celebrated achieving the New Rural Area standard, and ordered 300 copies of Nghe An newspaper. Mr. Sinh kept checking to see if the newspapers had arrived so he could deliver them to the commune committee on time. He is always so dedicated to his work…

Thu Huong