So recently an insurance agent calls and says they have a client who lost a ring somewhere in their large walk-in closet. It was a priceless family heirloom they hid before a trip and now cannot find it. Worse yet, they have since donated clothing and luggage from the closet. The agent said they found my listing on TheRingFinders.com website and asked if I could help? I explained that metal detectors do not work well inside houses and although I have a small handheld detector, clothing is loaded with zippers and buttons so it would probably come down to a hand search. Ultimately an appointment was set and I met with the couple at their home. We recounted their steps, mentally walking through that day, and discussed what and where they had already searched -many times I might say. I could tell they felt hope was lost despite my mantra to never give up. Sure enough, the small detector worked well and I could discriminate out a lot of the zippers and such, but it was much slower than a hand search. So article by article I felt and scrunched my way systematically across the room. 90 minutes later I felt a hard object through the padded fabric of a plaid vest. Before the owner had to leave for work, she had told me she believed she put the ring in a plastic baggie, but I felt no plastic crinkle and I was not sure. I reached into the vest pocket and pulled out a cloth bag with a large ring inside. Since they had no photos of missing ring I showed it to the husband for verification. His gasp of surprise was confirmation it was the missing heirloom. We hatched a plan to surprise his wife at work because these are the moments I really enjoy; that look of astonishment quickly followed by unabashed joy. When we arrived I let him present it to her while I snapped a photo. Yep. Astonishment and Joy. Oh, and there were hugs too. Today was a good day.