I’m not superstitious or especially sentimental, and that’s a good thing because over the years I’ve lost some precious pieces of jewelry – two or three watches, innumerable earrings, and even a few wedding rings.
When we married my husband gave me a simple band – not of gold or silver but of jade. I lost it.
He also once gave me a lovely pink opal. One day I looked down at my hand and although the ring was still on my finger, I saw that the opal had fallen out. I searched, but it was nowhere to be found.
And once in an antique shop in London we bought a beautiful diamond cocktail ring for me. I lost that one too.
Then one summer at the beach I took off my wedding ring to put on suntan lotion. Apparently the ring fell off my lap onto the sand, and I forgot about it until we got home. We went back to the beach to search but it was like looking for a needle in the proverbial haystack.
And once we were having a marital dispute in the car. As we approached the Brooklyn Bridge I threw my wedding ring out the window onto the FDR Drive. Did we even try to find that one? Fuhgeddaboudit.
But here’s a story with a happier ending. One day at work I was in the teachers’ bathroom and took off my wedding ring to wash my hands. I didn’t realize I’d forgotten to put it back on until later that night.
The first thing in the morning I called the school and left a message for John our school custodian asking him to look on the sink in the bathroom for my wedding ring.
I got to school about an hour later and went straight to John’s office. When he saw me, without a word he dropped to one knee. I put out my left hand and John slipped the ring on my finger.
Dana Susan Lehrman