Bhí an t-earrach i mbarr a ré, agus bhí muintir na hÉireann ag ullmhú don tseachtain bhreá sin, Bhealtaine.

Spring was in full bloom, and the people of Ireland were preparing for that fine week, Bhealtaine.

Iarnóin amháin, bhí Aeife agus a deartháir, Cian, ar a mbealach chuig Aerfort Idirnáisiúnta Bhaile Átha Cliath.

One afternoon, Aeife and her brother, Cian, were on their way to Aerfort Idirnáisiúnta Bhaile Átha Cliath.

Bhí a croí ag preabadh i gcofra Aeife.

Aeife's heart was pounding in her chest.

Bhí sí ar bís agus neirbhíseach.

She was excited and nervous.

Bhí agallamh poist tábhachtach aici i Londain, rud a d’fhéadfadh a saol a athrú.

She had an important job interview in London, something that could change her life.

D’fhéadfaí cluas a chailliúint san aerfort.

You could lose an ear in the airport.

Bhí na comhráite ag dul i gcion ar a chéile mar a bhí an rolladh taistil ag cur isteach ar an troscán.

Conversations were overlapping like the travel rollers interfering with the furniture.

Bhí Cian ann leis an gcúram a dhéanamh.

Cian was there to take care of things.

Níor mhaith leis í a bheith ina haonar.

He didn't want her to be alone.

Bhí imní air ar eagla nach mbeadh sí in ann dul tríd an modh slándála go tapaidh.

He was worried she might not be able to get through security quickly.

Bhí an t-aer ag clutharú le bolaithe nach bhféadfadh súl a fheiceáil: taistil, bia, bláthanna Bhealtaine.

The air was filled with scents unseen by the eye: travel, food, bláthanna Bhealtaine.

Bhí ionadh ort déileáil leis sin ar fad.

It was surprising to deal with it all.

Go tobann, thosaigh Aoife ag mothú aisteach.

Suddenly, Aoife started to feel strange.

D’fhás a anáil níos tíosaí, agus bhí a d’aer ag imríocht uirthi.

Her breath grew more shallow, and the air pressed against her.

Bhí a fhios aici cad a bhí ag tarlú – ionsaí asma.

She knew what was happening – an asthma attack.

"Ná bac, a Aoife!

"Don't worry, Aoife!"

" a dúirt Cian dó, ag cur lámh ar a guaillí.

said Cian, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Is fearr aire a thabhairt duit féin!

"You should take care of yourself!"

"Ach threascair an streachailt na focail a ceann féin.

But the struggle drowned out her own words.

Bhí gá le faoiseamh.

Relief was needed.

Ag an am seo, tháinig Niamh, stócach a bhí ag fanacht ar a eitleán féin, isteach.

At this moment, Niamh, a young woman waiting for her own flight, stepped in.

Bhí foghlaim chóir aici sa leigheas.

She had proper training in medicine.

Gan scuabadh, láimhseáil sí a mála leighis.

Without hesitation, she handled her medical bag.

"An bhfuil cabhair uait?

"Do you need help?"

" a d’fhiafraigh sí, ag labhairt go socair, mar gheall ar an mbearna a chuir na scamhóga Aeife i bhfearann na géilliúlachta.

she asked, speaking calmly, bridging the gap made by Aoife's struggling lungs.

Ní raibh aon aiféala ar Aoife glacadh lena tabhartas.

Aoife had no regrets accepting her offer.

Tar éis cúpla nóiméad, tháinig faoiseamh go mall uirthi.

After a few minutes, relief slowly returned to her.

Mhothaigh sí buíochas óna horthaigh.

She felt gratitude from her breaths.

Bhí an t-am ag gluaiseacht ar aghaidh.

Time was moving forward.

"Go raibh maith agat," a dúirt Aoife, a súile lán de bheithiní uchtacha agus dearbhaithe.

"Thank you," Aoife said, her eyes full of appreciative and reassuring tears.

Gan a seo, b'fhéidir go ndeachaigh a seans chun deiridh.

Without this, her chance might have been lost.

"Go n-éirí an bóthar leat," a d’fhreagair Niamh, aoibhneas i gclár a aghaidh.

"May your journey be successful," replied Niamh, a smile lighting up her face.

D’éirigh Aoife suas, a mala ag iompú le súil leis an t-am.

Aoife stood up, her brow furrowed in anticipation of the moment.

Rith sí chuig an ngeata.

She ran to the gate.

Bhí Cian ag fáinneáil di go slán, a chroí lán de bhród.

Cian waved her off, his heart full of pride.

Nuair a d’fhág an t-eitleán a tailte, thuig Aoife rud amháin – bhí neart aici, ach bhí cabhair tuillte.

When the plane left the ground, Aoife realized one thing – she had strength, but help was deserved.

Bhí saol rompu, turas nua, agus ar an bhféith cúirtéiseach sin, bhraith sí lánmhuiníneach.

Life lay ahead, a new journey, and with that courteous gesture, she felt confident.

Oíche shona Bhealtaine, a thosaigh leis an ngrian agus na bláthanna a phiocadh suas.

A happy Bealtaine evening, which began with the sun and the picking of flowers.

Tháinig Aoife chun tuiscint, ní amháin go mbeadh sí ag bualadh a chorraithe féin go bródúil, ach go raibh comhluadar chabharthaí ann freisin chun tacú léi.

Aoife came to understand that not only would she proudly face her own challenges, but there were helping companions to support her as well.