Bhí lá fíorálainn san fhómhar agus bhí an ghrian ag dul faoi thar Aillte an Mhothair.

It was a truly beautiful day in the fall and the sun was setting over the Aillte an Mhothair (Cliffs of Moher).

Bhí na dathanna órga ag glioscarnach ar na carraigeacha garbha, agus bhí an t-aer úr ag suaitheadh ag an lag snámha san fharraige.

The golden colors were shimmering on the rugged rocks, and the fresh air was swirling by the swimming cove in the sea.

Bhí Aisling ag siúl, ina haonar, ag baint taitneamh as an radharc.

Aisling was walking alone, enjoying the scenery.

Ach ina croí, bhí uaigneas ann nach raibh a fhios ag éinne eile.

But in her heart, there was a loneliness that no one else knew of.

Bhí an cailín óg, Aisling, an-díograiseach agus misniúil.

The young girl, Aisling, was very diligent and courageous.

Rinne sí iarracht gan aon duine a cheadú cabhrú léi riamh.

She tried never to allow anyone to help her.

Ach bhí sí buartha faoi rud amháin – a faitíos ar chabhair a ghlacadh.

But she was worried about one thing – her fear of accepting help.

Lá an hike, shocraigh sí críoch a chur ar an turas ina haonar.

On the day of the hike, she decided to complete the journey alone.

Sin é an chaoi a raibh sí.

That's how she was.

Go tobann, tháinig géarling ar an domhan mórthimpeall uirthi.

Suddenly, the world around her blurred.

Chas gach rud timpeall agus thosaigh radharc na spéire ag dul in olcas.

Everything spun around and the view of the horizon began to deteriorate.

Bhí uirthi stopadh; bhí braon allais ina súile agus scáileanna ag follasú ina bhfís.

She had to stop; sweat was dripping into her eyes and shadows were appearing in her vision.

Thaitin an smaoineamh go mbeadh sí ag sciorradh le taobh na haille go himníoch uirthi.

The thought of slipping down the side of the cliff filled her with anxiety.

Ach níor mhaith léi géilleadh.

But she didn't want to give in.

Tharla sé sin, go raibh Seamus ann, firín mórgach a bhí ag siúl ar an gcosán céanna.

As it happened, Seamus was there, a confident man walking on the same path.

Thug sé faoi deara go raibh rud éigin as bealach faoi Aisling, agus theastaigh uaidh cabhrú léi.

He noticed something was amiss with Aisling and wanted to help her.

"Táim ceart go leor," a dúirt sí leochaileach, ag staonadh as a fear.

"I'm okay," she said weakly, resisting his aid.

"Cinnte? Níl cuma rómhaith ort," arsa Seamus, ag féachaint uirthi go lom.

"Are you sure? You don't look too good," said Seamus, looking at her directly.

Ní raibh an chuma chéim sheasta aici.

She didn't appear steady.

Ba ag an nóiméad sin a thosaigh súile Aisling ar bheith doiléir go hiomlán.

It was at that moment her eyes started to become completely blurry.

Chroith sí a ceann, ach ní raibh ann ach tuirse.

She shook her head, but it was only fatigue.

Bhí sí tuisceanach, thug sí faoi deara gur ghá di cabhair éigin a ghlacadh.

She was perceptive, realizing she needed some help.

Choinnigh Seamus uirthi den sciorradh a bhí cóngarach.

Seamus held her back from the slip that was near.

Chuaigh siad seo beirt siar go dtí contúirt an móiméada, lámh i lámh.

The two of them walked back towards safety, hand in hand.

Bhí mearbhall ar Aisling ach chroith sí an buíochas a bhí aici.

Aisling was confused, but she expressed her gratitude.

Agus iad ag dul ar ais go dtí an carraig, d'fhéach Aisling ar láthair an radhairc den fharraige ina gceann síofra.

As they headed back to the cliff, Aisling looked at the scene of the sea in her mind’s eye.

Tháinig Seamus amach mar dhuine a raibh cineáltas ann de réir mar ar thug sé tacaíocht don bhean.

Seamus emerged as someone with kindness as he supported her.

Osclaíodh súile Aisling, mar sheas sí thall ag an deireadh, deireadh nach raibh sí ag ceapadh a bhaint amach léi féin.

Aisling's eyes were opened as she stood there at the end, an end she didn't expect to reach on her own.

Sa deireadh, tuigeann Aisling gurb é meon neamhspleách nach gá glao amach cabhair, ach is mór an cumhacht san ábhar firinne.

In the end, Aisling understood that being independent doesn't mean you can't ask for help, but there is great power in truth.

Is fainéala gan chiall dul tríd an saol ina haonar, mura bhfuil gá ar féidir tacú le chéile.

It is foolish to go through life alone if there is the possibility of supporting each other.

Méadaíonn an splanc cineálta i súile Aisling agus a léargas méid eagna ó chompánacht Seamus.

The spark of kindness grows in Aisling's eyes and her understanding deepens from Seamus' companionship.

Is spiorad neamhspleách í, ní ligfidh sí é sin imithe, ach beidh sí rud beag níos oscailte d’áit cúnaimh a cheadáil ina croí ó am go chéile.

She is a free spirit and won't let that go, but she'll be a little more open to allowing help into her heart from time to time.