Several weeks ago when we were at the stained glass shop, they were in the process of moving back to their old refurbished storefront in the same mall where they were temporarily installed in the aftermath of an unfortunate fire on the premises.  Part of their celebration of a trial completed was to have a draw for their customers and they insisted that my husband take part in it.  He was reluctant to do so, saying he didn't want to deprive anyone else of possibly winning something.  The owners, however, insisted, and my husband duly filled out the requisite form and deposited it in the box.

When we arrived home after the fairly long drive from the glass shop to our home, there was a telephone message awaiting us.  To the effect that my husband had 'won' the major prize, a glass-cutting device.  A device my husband has long owned, and treasured. Although his has ample life left in it, his is becoming worn, and he thought that was an amazing thing to happen, winning a new one. 

This week-end he drove back to the glass shop to pick up his prize.  An exact copy, though spanking new, of the device he has used for many years.  And he brought with him a little gift for those working at the shop, a large box of chocolates.  They were as surprised to be gifted with the chocolates as my husband had been to receive that telephone message informing him he had won that draw prize.

In collecting the prize, he selected a few more pieces of glass to supplement the materials he's currently working on in producing yet more stained glass windows for our home.  And, as he thanked the owners of the shop for his prize, he wryly said that he no longer intends to buy his yearly Lottery ticket; this win would more than suffice.