We had a service auction at church to raise money for humanitarian aid. While this was being advertised, we as a congregation were asked to consider and enlist whatever services we might be able to offer. I heard murmurings of tax preparation, car repair, home-cooked meals, mending, and all sorts of other things I really didn't feel comfortable with.
What sort of service could I offer?
Then, in a stroke of sure genius, it hit me. Hugs! I can auction off hugs!
For a few weeks now, I've been excited about this, knowing full well that some of my girlfriends would bid for my hugs. The night of the auction came. These same girlfriends I had in mind came to tell me that they were going to make bids on my hugs. I was so excited! The bidding started with some guffawing as unknowing individuals wondered who the weird girl was that would auction off hugs. But the bidding went on, and I was happy to know that someone I knew would be getting hugs.
I am pleased to report that my hugs went for $12 to a dear friend of mine who I am more than willing to give a hug to whenever they are in need.
I just feel mildly bad that they felt they had to buy the hugs. It was for charity though, right?
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