I took a day off from work to take care of several errands around town that had piled up, so I was driving a lot, stopping in several businesses, and crossing many parking lots. Later in the day, I worked in my yard, weeding and cutting back branches with my pruners. I usually wear gloves when I’m gardening, but I didn’t think I’d be out for very long that afternoon, so I skipped the gloves. (Never again!)
Among other things, I inherited crooked little fingers and big knuckles from my father. I’m also left-handed, and my sister had given me some left-handed pruners. The big knuckles mean that my wedding ring has had several modifications to make it fit my finger right, with the last being hinges on the sides and a clasp on the palm side of the ring.
After I had done more gardening than I planned, I had another errand to run, and when I looked at my left hand on the steering wheel, my stomach dropped about a foot when I realized my wedding ring was gone and I had no idea when – or where – I had lost it. Because I’m usually pretty aware of it, I thought I must have lost it in the garden – but where? I was all over the yard and it could be anywhere – in the mulch, in the dirt, in the grass, in the overcrowded hostas, in the birdfeed bin – anywhere.
When I got home, my husband and I started to search, but it was getting dark, so we decided to try again later. On my next day off, I checked with the places that I had visited on the Thursday that I lost the ring, but no one had seen it. I still suspected it was in the yard, but I still didn’t know specifically where.
My husband kept up the search over the next several days, and I borrowed a metal detector from someone who answered my plea on our neighborhood message board. But I quickly realized that I did not have the skill (or the time to learn the skill) to use it effectively. Dan later told me that this is common when people rent a metal detector. Feeling more and more discouraged, I checked the Lost and Found listing on Craigslist, where a title jumped out at me: “Lost Ring?”
That listing led me to the www.TheRingFinders.com website and to Dan Roekle, who I contacted. After coordinating our busy schedules, he and his son Carter came over on a Saturday afternoon. I showed them the two specific places in the yard that I thought were the most likely places where my ring was likely to be. Dan commented on the large number of pieces of metal that he was getting hits on, mostly from the roof replacement that we had a few years back. He showed me one of the pieces and then he continued his search. A few minutes later, he came back to where I was and with a totally straight face, said “Sometimes we find other things, too” and opened his hand. There was my ring! He had found it in the middle of the leaves of a hosta plant – the perfect place to hide. The grin on my face still hasn’t gone away!
And there’s one more thing my father gave me – he was a clergyman who married my husband and me, so part of the service was blessing our rings. He died seven years ago, and knowing that I have back the ring that he blessed, means more to me than I had ever thought it would. Thank you so much, Dan and Carter!