With This Ring

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

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