Lorrie, a very nice woman in Chapel Hill, contacted me about finding her late husband’s wedding ring. Since he passed three years ago, she had been wearing the ring on her index finger. Although she had been very diligent about always knowing where the ring was, it had gone missing and she was heartbroken. She had torn apart the inside of the house and was positive it was not there, leading her to the conclusion that it must have come out of her pocket when she pulled out a poop bag for her dog, Henry, in the backyard. We both thought this was a long-shot attempt to get the ring back, but given how dear the ring was to her and the time she had put in searching the inside of the house, I came over to close the loop and search that one last possible spot. The area where Henry does his business is small, so it only took 10 minutes or so to cover it – or at least it took 10 minutes for me to recover the ring. It was laying on the ground (under the grass and not immediately visible) right in the middle of where she thought it was. Any recovery is meaningful to me, but some are a little more heartfelt – like this one. Another happy ending! (After giving her the ring, she begged off on having her picture taken with no makeup – this was the best I could do!)
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