The Mayor's Prayer Breakfast was Thursday morning. It was exciting because 500 members of the community gathered together to have breakfast and worship together. About 15 percent of the attendees were members of the clergy, and the same percentage of government workers.
It was the 2nd annual breakfast, so attendees were more excited to be there, knowing what was in store. My favorite part of the whole breakfast were the 6 children dressed as elves standing at the front entrance way, ringing bells, and yelling MERRY CHRISTMAS to everyone who came through. So cute.
I got to sing 5 songs at the breakfast. All of them went pretty well. It is held in a large and vast gym at the local YMCA, so the sound is challenging, but I did the best I could. The guest speaker was Dr. Eboo Patel. He was very inspirational and well-prepared. I confess to tuning out for parts, but that is because I was focusing on the song that directly followed him. Sorry, Dr. Patel.
After the breakfast, I had the chance to meet a lot of "fans". I sold a good number of albums, and I think I autographed most of them. Every one who stayed to talk to me were new faces. I knew a lot of people in the crowd, and didn't see one of them afterwards. I thought that was really cool. I was really happy with the whole morning.
Here is where the adventure part comes in. We decided to count how many CD's we had sold based on boxes. We brought 5, and ended up home with 3. I was amazed that we had sold 2 full boxes. I did the math and figured out how much cash that would mean needed to be in the cashbox. When I got home to count it, only half of it was there. I did not believe that the nice YMCA ladies working the table had robbed me of half the money, and so I knew there was a box missing. My Naperville Managers (parents) and I went round and round about it. Did we bring 5 boxes or only 4? It was so early....we can't remember. I thought there was def. a box missing, but had my doubts as well, because WHERE COULD IT BE?
I did not panic. I called the YMCA employee WOmanning the table, and she said the whole area was clear, and no box was left there. I think it was my mom's idea to go and check for ourselves. So, we jumped in the car and walked in. My mom walked right behind a giant penguin that was no where NEAR where we had been selling, and it was sitting right there. I think my Dad had just unloaded them in the front entrance, and forgot to come get the last one.
Though I was dissappointed that we hadn't sold 2 boxes, I was so releaved to have my box back: SAFE AND SOUND.
ps. Is that how you spell releaved? It doesn't look right.....gotta go...more singing to do.