Usually, I like to talk. All my friends know this and probably would tell you that losing my voice is my greatest fear – after all, I depend on my voice to make a living, and quite frankly, I engage in oral rehearsal before I write, and reread aloud while I draft, revise, and edit. I always listen to the sounds of words – the music the words are creating. But last night, I could not hear the music.
I was at Texas Roadhouse with my husband Ralph and Bobbie, an ADK sister (that’s what we call our members of Eta chapter of Alpha Delta Kappa) for a fundraising event. We were raffling tickets for a basket of cheer containing some interesting kitchen gadgets like an Aervana standard aerator for showcasing your wine at its best, beautiful snowflake corks, pottery and ceramic wine bottle stoppers, and of course, bottles of Merlot, Shiraz, Pinot Noir, Cabernet Sauvignon, Malbec, Zinfandel, Syrah. Our shift was 6:30 to 9:00 p.m., and this was the second time we were back to sell tickets.
My husband counted and tore tickets, numbered the sheets where we recorded names, addresses, and phone numbers, and left the selling to Bobbie and me. He said he couldn’t really be the person selling for a women’s sorority – that should be a woman! Since Bobbie was late, I had to do all the selling for the first twenty minutes. Ugh! Yes, it’s all for a good cause – actually, all the monies go to many charities such as Laurel House, College Settlement Camp, WePAC, Harambee Foundation in Tanzania, Pearl S. Buck International, and Elmwood Park Zoo. We raise money all year long, and all the money is divided among our charities in various amounts. Every penny raised goes to the charities. I like that.
I don’t like selling raffle tickets. I should be good at it right? After all, I’m a natural-born talker. But I can hardly get the words out, and my husband gave me the eye as I let this group and that group of people by without saying one word. “Don’t look at me that way. They weren’t going to buy any tickets.” In the end, there were many generous people who bought a group of tickets for $5, $10, and even $20. One woman had no cash but dug in her pocketbook and coat pockets until she produced a dollar’s worth of change to buy one ticket. She didn’t want the basket of cheer; she just wanted to donate to charity. Wow!
One woman and her (second) husband gave us $20. She shared her story of abuse and how places like Laurel House give women a second chance. She brought tears to my eyes. She had lived a life I knew nothing about except for what I’d read. Each year, Laurel House serves over 3000 families who arrive scared and in crisis. Those who come to the shelter, often do so with nothing but the clothes that they are wearing. This strong West Virginian told us that she had once bought a truckload of items to donate to Laurel House and because of the generosity of donors, Laurel House is able to provide women and their children with most of their basic needs, along with a safe, warm place to stay.
So, in the end, it was a good evening. We met a lot of generous people who gave even when they probably didn’t have the cash to spare. And yes, some folks just walked by us without stopping. Others politely said, “No thank you.” My husband reminded me that it is a choice everyone has the right to make and that some might have other favorite charities, and even if they didn’t – it was still their choice. My husband is wise. What would I ever do without him!
What a great cause and a great basket to win! Even though it was an uncomfortable situation for you, you made the best of it and helped the cause. That’s an evening well spent!
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“I couldn’t hear the music,” … a great line. It’s hard to be a salesperson, even for charity. You say you are a talker, but you are also a good listener. The West Virginia woman wouldn’t have told you her story otherwise. Hope you did well, and you are right about Ralph. He is a keeper!
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Such a great cause. What I find is that we can all do things we don’t think we can do or don’t want to do. And in the end, it all works out fine.
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What a great cause! So happy to hear the West Virginia woman shared her story! Sounds like a fantastic night for so many different reasons!
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I have found that when people see fundraisers for a worthy cause they are quite willing to buy tickets or donate. I know that I am not a good salesperson so I would not do too well at selling chances. I don’t like asking people for money even if it is a good cause. Hope you did well.
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Easy to relate to this interesting post. I, too, love to talk but hate to sell. Good for you for bearing the discomfort and getting the job (and the slice) done!
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Love Ralph! I feel uncomfortable raising money and hated it as a kid. It’s been a little easier via social media.
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I’m with you and Rita (above). Love to talk, but hate to sell. I think if I weren’t teaching, being a radio DJ would suit me quite well. Just sitting and talking to people! I’m thinking you’d be great at it too, Lynne 🙂 Loved your post.
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