I won! I won! A new Benelli shotgun...

I guess the planets aligned and for once I was lucky.  Now let me explain, first you have to participate in things to win and I am notoriously cheap.  If I fork over $20 there had better be something worth $30 going in the other hand.  So when this young boy talked me into opening my dusty wallet and handing over $20 for a raffle ticket, my husband about had a heart attack.  He is the one that normally feels pity on the souls of little children selling things, not me.  There was just something about how hard the young man was trying. 

Two days later and no phone call.  Guess I didn't win, but wait there was a message on my cell.  Mrs. Fuller you have won a new gun.  Wow, really?  I called and the gentleman explained that my name was drawn.   I told him the young man that was selling tickets deserved some praise, because he had worked so hard.  The gentleman explained that the gun raffle was to benefit youth shooting sports.  The young man was an avid shooter, but couldn't afford a gun of his own.  The young man's name would go in the hat for every book of tickets he sold.  I immediately asked if the young man had won.  Truly, I was going to give my prize to him if he had not won.  Yes, yes he did win a gun the man at the other end assured me.  He was a very happy boy.  I thanked him for letting me know and hung up. 

A few minutes later he called back.  After looking at the tickets he thought I would like to know that I was the last ticket in the last book the young man had sold.  It was the ticket he had won on.  

To be honest,  knowing that young man's efforts paid off made me happier than winning a gun for myself.  Still, I might go play the lottery.