Any safety guidelines of airlines I have ever used are always said "Before you assist others, always put your oxygen mask on first".
On a summer day of 2013, I prepared a random to-do list for myself.
- To write one article published on a print magazine;
- To travel to two countries I have never been with non-traveling purpose and visit the country I used to be in if I have chance;
- To buy a new house for my mom by the time I'm 25
...
And I got my first article on a magazine written about a young AIESECer travelling along Vietnam before she was 20.
This being said, I managed to go exchange with AIESEC by applying for a job about marketing in Romania. With my whole heart, I created a portfolio telling how I made all the posters, thought about promotion channel, message to reach the target audience. I got match.
I got visa problem that required me to fly to Thailand to apply for visa.
This became my first trip of the year to a country I had never been.
I spent 4 5 days there, booked a cheap hotel far from the center, took taxi to the embassy while I had no idea how to communicate with Thai people. I got visa but I couldn't go.
This is the story you know.
The stories you don't know may be:
1. Before I flew to Thailand, I contacted President of a local chapter there asking for support, and Vice President of HR there asking for support, I got referral from VP exchange in national level at that time, I reached them by emails, facebooks, skype... no one replied me.
I asked a man who I had just met in Hanoi, nothing relates to AIESEC. He used to work for a department in Bangkok. Just one time we met in Hanoi at the beginning of 2013, he said to me "Ok, here is contact of Mr..., I told him about your case, just inform him when you send to the department these documents...".
Later on, I couldn't send the application to that man. But I really appreciated how nice he was to give me a hand.
2. The embassy asked for original documents. I asked the host local chapter in Romania whether they could send me the documents first, then I would pay them later when I was in Romania for the project. She said no, you had to transfer money to me, I would send documents to you after that.
I went back and forth to the bank but I couldn't do anything because there are some policies that does not allow a person to transfer money oversea (except you send money to the relatives abroad).
3. My mom spent a lot for my trip to Thailand, for my visa. I didn't go but come back. She lost money. She got high blood pressure. That was not just sunk cost. It was sunk cost for me, not my mom who did work really hard to earn this.
From that point of time, I learned about how difficult to transfer money abroad, what SWIFT code is. This is what no teacher told me at school. Simply it is. I appreciate what I learn and the network I have in AIESEC, but the world itself is just way bigger than AIESEC. More importantly, I need to consider my capacity, I should help myself before thinking about changing other lives.
Another story is my trip to Switzerland this November. Yes, apart from many reasons I persuaded myself to go, one of it is to realize my goal I set in 2013. I asked my leader to advance me the whole salary till the end of term which around 1000 USD to buy flight ticket.
In the conference where I was facilitator, there was one facilitator who was stopped by the border control to enter Switzerland because she invited an AIESEC intern to a country and that intern never comes back to his motherland.
The conference ended. Everything was fine. I decided to visit Ghent in 24 hours before flying back to Vietnam. In the morning of the departure date, I was late for the train, just half a second the train door closes, one by one. I was so afraid that again my business would affect the one who invited me to the conference. I just chased the train and flight by buying new journey, using taxi. In the end, it costed me nearly 2000 euros but I still missed the flight. The airport staff said sorry to me, the plan hadn't taken off but the boarding gate was closed. I waited at Geneva airport for 24 hours with no money in the pocket. I slept near the door of the toilet that I can use the power socket. I called my mom to transfer to me some more money, so I can buy new flight itinerary to come home.
My mom was pissed off. She asked me what I benefited from the trip while costing that much money. Now I'm still in debt.
Today I heard from my cousin that my mom told her she always divide her salary into two parts, one to buy food, clothes and things necessary for my family; one for me to travel. Something ain't right for me as a 23 person who is proud of what I got in the past.
At that time, I should have had a clear big picture of whom I will bother, not just a person. I should have considered my financial capacity and my mom's. This reinforces the lesson I learned last year about "Before you help others, you must first help yourself".