Today I attended a luncheon in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
My very dear friend is a survivor and a member of the group hosting the event.
She and the other members collected donations from the community to be raffled.
Each guest could purchase tickets to win the any of the approximately 50 prizes.
After purchasing my tickets, I made my way to the raffle.
The method they used to determine the winners was similar to a silent auction.
But instead of bidding, you would place a ticket in the bag by the gift you would like a chance to win.
As I perused the offerings, I immediately put one ticket in the "chance bag" for a gift certificate to a gourmet grocer.
Passing by other things that I would likely come back to, I then spied a beautiful, petal pink pashmina.
My fingers glided over the finely loomed cashmere and I was "sold.
" I confidently put all of my remaining tickets into the bag! Knowing that pashmina yarn is woven from wool hand gathered from the underbelly of Himalayan goats, and that pink is my best color, I felt sure that I would win this beauty.
Having "stuffed the ballot box" insured success! After a delicious lunch and a heart warming speech the raffle began.
Finally, the pashmina came up.
The number was drawn.
And it was not one of mine.
How could that be? But, as luck would have it, that person had already left.
Another number was drawn, and while it was close to one of my numbers, it wasn't mine either.
After a moment of disappointment, I reminded myself the reason for being there was for donations and support of a very good cause.
As I was leaving, I congratulated the winner of "my pashima" and told her how pretty it would be on her.
She said, "I'm going to give it to my best friend.
Tomorrow is her one year anniversary of being a breast cancer survivor".
I was so happy to have been be a loser!
My very dear friend is a survivor and a member of the group hosting the event.
She and the other members collected donations from the community to be raffled.
Each guest could purchase tickets to win the any of the approximately 50 prizes.
After purchasing my tickets, I made my way to the raffle.
The method they used to determine the winners was similar to a silent auction.
But instead of bidding, you would place a ticket in the bag by the gift you would like a chance to win.
As I perused the offerings, I immediately put one ticket in the "chance bag" for a gift certificate to a gourmet grocer.
Passing by other things that I would likely come back to, I then spied a beautiful, petal pink pashmina.
My fingers glided over the finely loomed cashmere and I was "sold.
" I confidently put all of my remaining tickets into the bag! Knowing that pashmina yarn is woven from wool hand gathered from the underbelly of Himalayan goats, and that pink is my best color, I felt sure that I would win this beauty.
Having "stuffed the ballot box" insured success! After a delicious lunch and a heart warming speech the raffle began.
Finally, the pashmina came up.
The number was drawn.
And it was not one of mine.
How could that be? But, as luck would have it, that person had already left.
Another number was drawn, and while it was close to one of my numbers, it wasn't mine either.
After a moment of disappointment, I reminded myself the reason for being there was for donations and support of a very good cause.
As I was leaving, I congratulated the winner of "my pashima" and told her how pretty it would be on her.
She said, "I'm going to give it to my best friend.
Tomorrow is her one year anniversary of being a breast cancer survivor".
I was so happy to have been be a loser!