Today was spent inside watching my three daughters dance on the stage of The Midland theatre. It is called the annual ‘Parent Show’, but basically it was a full dress rehearsal for our regional competition next weekend.
The morning was about as chaotic as could possibly be, with five girls trying to get ready, with full make-up, including fake eyelashes which I am a pro at, after 10 years of this stuff.
My husband came over about an hour into the show (it was a 4.5 hr show). He hadn’t been there all that long when he looked at me with a frightened look and said “My ring is gone”. I had to think about this for a moment because I was focused on our daughters. He then said “I’m serious. It is gone”, as he showed me his finger where his wedding ring has been for the past 18 years. Sure enough, there wasn’t a ring. It was very dark in the theatre and he was shining his cell phone on the floor all around his seat.
After no success, he decided to go back home and trace his steps for the day. He went through the trash, the cat’s litter box, the car, the yard and the peanut butter jar (let’s hope he washed his hands). No luck. So he went to his parents house. Nothing. Then he went to Kroger. He had done the grocery shopping earlier that day. When he asked if someone had found a wedding band, he was prompted with this question: “What does it look like?”. When he described it, they told him that a worker named Chris had found it.
With the popularity of gold these days, I would have given his chances of finding that ring at zero. But I was pleasantly surprised to find that people still do have a desire to be the good Samaritan. It is refreshing.
Thank you, Chris.