The Journey to be Remembered and Forgotten

Saturday, August 23 is a day that can never be forgotten as far as my memory is concerned. It happened that I was invited for a programme in another school (quite far from my school) and I was challenged financially at the time. The organizers promised to foot the bills of my journey to their school and back to my school.
Unfortunately, it was a different story entirely when I got to the school (I actually borrowed money from a friend who also went), it was a different story entirely. The story after the programme was that they had spent much more than what they thought they would. I was only offered a sum that made me look like someone who was begging for alms (N200), which is not even near a quarter of what covered the journey. At the last minute when it was as if I was already stranded, one of my friends came to the rescue.
The main lessons I learnt from this experience is that make sure you prepare for uncertainties whenever you are on any journey and don't make empty promises cos someone's life may be tied already to the promise that you made. For the first time in my life, I travelled without going with money and it cost me dearly cos it made me do what i hate doing; depending solely on another person. Thank God i'm back in my school and I can post this message, it means that i've kinda recovered.
Lesson learnt, cut your coat according to your size and make sure you are prepared for any eventuality.