Restoring My Faith
This past Monday, I lost my engagement ring. The last time I remember seeing it on my finger was over the weekend. I noticed it was gone when I got back to my desk after the morning coffee break, so I immediately retraced my route, looking for my ring. Then, I looked in my knitting bag and purse, in my gloves and jacket pocket, under my desk, everywhere I could think it might have fallen, all to no avail. I talked to the cleaning ladies and they promised to keep an eye out for it. When I got home that evening, I looked in my chair, my knitting bags, in the bed, even the trash can. Nothing! It was gone.... To safeguard my wedding ring, I took it off and put it on the chain of the necklace that I always have around my neck, thinking that I need to keep it safe until I can get it resized.
This is not the first time that I have dropped one or both of my rings. In the past 2 years, I have lost 20 kg (44 lbs) and they often slip right off my finger. I don't always hear it or feel it, though it's always one or the other, so they are always retrieved and put back where they belong, on my finger. Not this time. This time it was gone and I figured that I'd never see it again. If I did, in fact, lose it as school and one of the students found it, well, they are teenagers, after all, and we don't have the most honest students here, computers and lots of other things have been known to grow legs and walk off all on their own.
But, today, one of first year students, E, noticed something shiny in the rug when coming in the building by the cafeteria (the same rug that I have walked over every day this week, the same rug that the cleaning ladies have swept everyday this week), so she reached down and picked it up. It was a ring. She saw a date on the inscription (1999) and figured that it probably belonged to one of the personnel, so she gave it to the gym teacher who happened to be walking by. He, in turn, saw my husband's name on the inscription and asked him about it. Yay! I got my ring back! It has joined the other ring on my necklace and E has been thanked profusely and rewarded for her honesty! After some bad things that have happened with some of the students at school this week, E has gone a long way in restoring my faith that there ARE good kids out there!
This is not the first time that I have dropped one or both of my rings. In the past 2 years, I have lost 20 kg (44 lbs) and they often slip right off my finger. I don't always hear it or feel it, though it's always one or the other, so they are always retrieved and put back where they belong, on my finger. Not this time. This time it was gone and I figured that I'd never see it again. If I did, in fact, lose it as school and one of the students found it, well, they are teenagers, after all, and we don't have the most honest students here, computers and lots of other things have been known to grow legs and walk off all on their own.
But, today, one of first year students, E, noticed something shiny in the rug when coming in the building by the cafeteria (the same rug that I have walked over every day this week, the same rug that the cleaning ladies have swept everyday this week), so she reached down and picked it up. It was a ring. She saw a date on the inscription (1999) and figured that it probably belonged to one of the personnel, so she gave it to the gym teacher who happened to be walking by. He, in turn, saw my husband's name on the inscription and asked him about it. Yay! I got my ring back! It has joined the other ring on my necklace and E has been thanked profusely and rewarded for her honesty! After some bad things that have happened with some of the students at school this week, E has gone a long way in restoring my faith that there ARE good kids out there!