On a long driving trip to visit my dad in Arizona last weekend, I inadvertently left my wedding ring on the sink in a gas station restroom. Hours later in the dark, and very near my dad’s place, I realized what I had done.
My husband found the gas receipt online and I called the phone number several times, only to have the line ring about 50 times and go to a voice recording.
I started shopping for a replacement ring but did not find one. The ring I had was inexpensive (we decided to spend our money on guitars and amps rather than blood diamonds). It was made of silver, marcasites, and cubic zirconia; but it was a gorgeous vintage piece that I had spent many, many hours searching for. I knew it was going to be a long time finding another ring I really cherished.
On Sunday, after my sun-gazing session, my dad wanted to help us plan an alternate route back home that would be more scenic than the I-10. I was grateful that he took the time to help us have a more enjoyable drive. But I feel like the Sun had told me to return to the gas station.
We arrived, and while my husband pumped gas into the truck, I went inside and asked about my wedding ring. There were three attendants behind the counter, and one of them asked me what the ring looked like. I started to explain, and as soon as I said “lots of sparkly stones,” he held it up. “Oh my God!” I shouted, my face lit up like the Sun. They all smiled broadly. I slipped it on my finger and thanked them.
I stepped away to go use the restroom but then turned back, held up my left hand with the ring on it, and said to them, “I won’t leave it behind again.” They all laughed.
Later, my husband said, “It was meant to be that you couldn’t find a replacement.” Well, I listened to the Sun.
Thank you to the woman who found my wedding ring and turned it in to the attendants.💖
I think I never met anyone else who remembers exactly where they left something, and sometimes has it returned.
That made me smile. Thanks so much for sharing that.