Yesterday, I attended a community event that brought together about 100 people.
We were told to bring 5,000kw (about $5) bill to the event.
After dinner, they told us to take out the bill and play a game.
The rule was simple:
We would play rock scissors and paper with the person next to us. Whoever wins takes the bill from the loser. Then, the winner plays against another winner. The winners keep playing until only one person is left who takes all.
I played against the person next to me.
I had no particular strategy: I just decided to stick with rock.
I won and got the bill from the person who lost to me.
I managed to keep moving forward.
Suddenly, I found myself being the last person standing.
Since it was the final, the event host told us to turn our backs against each other and play three rounds to determine the final winner.
Whoever wins 2 out of 3 rounds would become the final winner.
I gave rock.
Since I could not see what the other player gave, all I could see was the faces of the audience around me.
As soon as I gave rock, I saw the person sitting right in front of me and they were smiling.
I knew I won.
Now, I had to win one more round, and I would be the final winner.
My gut was telling me scissors.
I saw the faces of the audience.
They started screaming and gave me thumbs up.
I knew I was the final winner.
I got all the money.
I donated all of it so that it could be used for a good cause.
Before going into the game, I had no expectations, as I was never good at playing rock, scissors, and paper.
I didn’t even know there would be a game at this event.
Playing—and then winning—was a delightful surprise.
Playing the game was fun, and winning was exhilarating, but my joy was doubled when I shared my winnings with others for a good cause.
After the game, some people said they wanted to shake hands with me to absorb some lucky energy from me.