Last week I had one day packed with running errands of every type. One of those errands was to go to the recycle center. I had several trays of recyclables but there was a strong wind outside which made cans and plastic bottles fly out of the trays and roll down the parking lot. It was a gong show. I would run after one can while another bottle was flying through the air.
Finally, I got inside the building, cashed them in, and left for my next errand. When I turned the corner, my eye caught my right hand on the steering wheel - with NO ring on it. I freaked. I started to pray out loud as I turned the car around, ran into the recycle center, and then searched the parking lot - NOTHING.
Sifting through my tense brain, I tried to remember when I last saw it -- or felt it on my hand. Nothing. Empty.
Do I call my husband?
What would I say to him? He made me this ring for a special anniversary.
I carefully emptied my purse onto the front seat of the car and there it was - at the bottom of my bag. How did that happen? This was not possible -- yet there it was. Was this one of those times when an angel was looking out for me and placed it there? I will never know.
I called my husband but
only told him the first part of the story. Was that mean of me to want him to
feel my panic? Halfway through the story, I had to say, "Don't
worry - everything's okay."
Lesson Learned:
Leave your jewelry at
home when running errands.