I received a call last night about a lost ring located in the county I live in. As I’ve done many times before, I checked all my gear, and loaded it in the truck with pure anticipation of how today’s efforts would turn out.
I met with George, a 10 year old who lost the ring and his Grandfather. George had visited the lake 5 days earlier and lost his ring while swimming in the swim area. George didn’t know exactly where the ring was lost, but had a general idea of the location.
After gearing up, my dive buddy Mike and I entered the water and began the search. Oval shaped patterns widening outward from the starting location, getting larger and larger. Time ticked by as air was being used…After breathing 2/3 of my tank, I finally received a clear signal.
Waving away a few inches of sand, I found the one thing George would remember for the rest of his life. For a 10 year old, an item of this significance is very sentimental, and for me it is as well….
I surfaced after an hour submerged, holding the ring in my closed fist. I asked George to describe the ring, which he did very accurately. His look of confusion turned to absolute happiness when I opened my hand and handed him his ring.
George and I had the opportunity to take a few pictures and I nearly had to pry the ring from his hand to take the close up!
George, have a great night and I’m glad I was able to help!
It’s not the value of the ring that makes it valuable, and once it lost, never lose hope!