I think that most new brides are convinced that their wedding ring is the most beautiful piece of jewelry there is. I love my wedding ring. My husband gave it to me in a place that is sacred to us, as a couple. He proposed and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his long enough to even see the ring that I love so much today.
Whenever someone compliments it, I tell them, “My husband knew that if he didn’t get me what I wanted, that he would just have to replace it.” That’s not actually true. I’m not truly that materialistic. I would feel the same way about a cracker jack ring. It just means so much, it represents my marriage.
On a recent trip to see my wonderful dentist, Dr. Lancaster at Mountain Dental Care, I learned a valuable lesson. I lost my ring. I stopped in a bathroom shared by Mountain Dental Care patients and TriState Sports Medicine and Rehabilitation gym patrons. I took my engagement ring and my wedding band (his first Christmas present to me) off to wash my hands. I placed the rings on a small table beside the sink and when I turned to dry my hands, my purse spilled. In the commotion, I left the rings lying on the table and went on my way.
Three hours later, I was taking notes during a meeting and saw it. The tan line on my ring finger, no ring. I rushed outside, quickly drove back to the Apex building and found locked doors. I stood outside crying, trying to catch my breath, pulling on locked door handles.
Frantic, I called my friend and co-worker Donna Greene— a woman who can find a phone number if she needs to. “I... I LOST... I LOST MY WEDDING RING!” I wailed into the phone. “Who is this?” she said. Donna set to work looking for cell numbers of people who work or live in the building. In the meantime, I began to throw small rocks at an upstairs window with a light on. I pulled on the doors with all of my might. I expected a Middlesboro Police Officer to arrest me at any minute for trying to break in the building.
And then the back door opened! A man stepped out, I knew him! “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Larry Grandey said. I explained through sobbing what had happened. He promptly escorted me upstairs. My rings were gone. Larry didn’t give up, though. He searched for the rings with me and called the other building tenants.
Donnie Grigsby, the owner of the TriState Sports Medicine and Rehabilitation, showed up and Larry explained the situation. Both men were so sympathetic. “Have you talked to your husband yet?” they asked. Larry even tried to make me feel better. “Hey, do you own or rent your home he said? You know, if you own, then it might be covered under your homeowner’s insurance.” It’s irreplaceable — I said to myself. I couldn’t stop crying. I just kept picturing my husband’s sweet face, looking so proud when he gave me that ring.
Donnie wanted to help. He took me upstairs to the gym. We searched the office space hoping that somebody put it in a “lost and found” drawer. I knew it was unlikely.
When Donnie pulled a jingling paper cup out of a drawer, I thought it was too good to be true. The cup had a post-it note taped on top like a lid, and inside were my rings.
“Did you find them?” Larry said when we got back downstairs. “They were in the old honest box up there,” Donnie said.
I thanked both men profusely. I called my husband on my drive home and confessed the whole story. He laughed at the thought of me trying to break into the building.
I learned two things from all of this. Of course, I learned to keep my jewelry on. I now have a “Charlton Heston-esque” attitude about it. “Off of my cold, dead finger,” will be the next time this ring comes off.
On a more serious note, I’m struck by the honesty of the person who picked up my most valued possession and found it in their heart to return it. It reminded me of finding a $20 bill on the sidewalk recently and simply sticking it in my pocket. I will never again have a “finders keepers, losers weepers” type of attitude. I was humbled, enormously appreciative and inspired. I tell you my story so that you know what one good deed meant to me. It meant everything.
Thank you, Matt!
Brandy Calvert is the Senior Staff Writer for the Middlesboro Daily News. Contact her via e-mail at email@example.com.