This summer, my wife and I held a garage sale. Missy prepared for the event for several weeks and sorted through many boxes
of stuff taken from our storage shed.
One of the items she put up for sale was
a set of hot rollers. It had been a number of years since she’d last used them.
But they were evidently still in pretty good shape and someone took them off
our hands. We didn’t think another thing about it—that is until Monday morning
rolled around.
I
was outside in the driveway pulling a tarp over a trailer-load of decomposing
sawdust I’d just picked up for our flowerbed before the rain hit. It was
already starting to sprinkle. All of a sudden, a friendly looking elderly
gentleman peeked around the other side of the truck. He sort of startled me.
“Good
morning!” he said with a cheerful voice.
“Hello,
Sir, can I help you?”
“Well,
this past weekend I came to your garage sale and purchased a box of hair
curlers for my wife.”
“Oh,
you did?” I said, wondering if there was perhaps something wrong with them and
if he was about to ask for a refund.
But
then he continued. “Well, my wife was taking them out of the box to inspect
them, and she found this!” He held up a small 14k gold wedding ring that I
immediately recognized. “She figured that whoever this belonged to would surely
be heartbroken if they lost it and would likely want it back. So she asked me
if I remembered what sale I’d bought the hot rollers from. I told her I knew
exactly where I’d got them. Is this ring yours?”
My
heart leapt. I recognized the ring right away and couldn’t believe this honest man
was actually returning it.
“Wow,
I’m speechless . . . thank you so much! That is definitely my wife’s wedding
band. She lost it more than 20 years ago. We looked everywhere for it but
couldn’t never find it.”
In
retrospect, Missy had actually misplaced her wedding band nearly 27 or 28 years
ago. Interestingly enough, over the years she’d come to erroneously believe
that we actually returned it to the jewelry store for a refund after a few
months of marriage. The reason for this mistaken memory was that the ring was
slightly too wide for her dainty finger when positioned beside her broad
engagement ring band, causing it to rub uncomfortably on her knuckle.
However,
I’d never remembered us doing such an inconceivable thing. The very thought of
returning her wedding band for a refund was totally unthinkable to me on the
sheer principle of it alone. I simply could never bring myself to do such a thing,
as it would feel wrong to me!
Over
the years, I’d brought up the matter on a number of occasions, and we’d differed
in our recollection of the circumstances surrounding her missing wedding ring.
Though—to be perfectly honest with you—both of our memories had grown a bit
fuzzy on the issue.
Now,
standing in front of me, was a man who had just found one of our relationship’s
most sentimentally meaningful objects. It was absolutely remarkable. I could
hardly believe it. And what made matters even more flabbergasting was how
perfect a shape the ring was still in after such a long time. It looked all shiny
and new, just like the day I put it on my wife’s finger and said, “With this
ring I thee wed.”
I
was deeply touched that this kind stranger and his sweet wife from McNairy
County, Mr. and Mrs. McGhee, had taken the time and effort to return this
precious item to us, in the rain no less. It meant the world to me.
I
uttered, “Thank you! Thank you from the bottom of my heart! My wife will be so overjoyed
to finally have her wedding ring back.”
I
walked over to the vehicle in which Mrs. McGhee was patiently waiting in the
drizzling rain. I motioned to her and she rolled down her window. I told her just
how much I appreciated her finding and returning my wife’s wedding band.
She
smiled saying, “We know what it’s like to lose a wedding ring as my husband
lost his a number of years ago. It was devastating to us both. So, you’re most
welcome!”
They
said goodbye and backed down the driveway, while I waved at them. I immediately
went inside the house and located Missy. I said to her, “Close your eyes and
put out your hand! I’ve got something very special for you.”
“What
is it?” she replied, half wary of my suspicious behavior.
“Trust
me—you’re going to like it!”
And
she did.
