I was researching a Face Book page where someone had referred me to a young lady that had a recent loss. In the process I read a post from Terisa stating that her husband, Nathan had lost his tungsten wedding band in some bushes. I reached out to her by text saying I’d be glad to help, if she liked. She responded saying her and Nathan had been trying to find a place to eat. They were on a mini-vacation and in the middle of the covid-19 virus, and couldn’t find a restaurant to eat at. About the only place open was a little ice cream shop. Out of frustration, her husband “misplaced” his wedding band in a large bush next to the ice cream shop. This seemed like a pretty simple search.
When I got to the strip mall, I thought it’d be best to ask permission before I started climbing through their bushes. I walked into a smoke shop, the shop closest to the bushes, and told the lady behind the counter, who I was and what I do. As I was telling her I needed to look in the bushes for a man’s ring, she interrupted me and said, “I found that and called them, leaving a message, and they never called me back.” Meanwhile, she was looking through a drawer until she found the ring. I compared the picture Terisa sent me to the ring, and I had a match. Easiest and fastest return I’ve had. On the way home I stopped off at the post office and got it in the mail back to Terisa.
Terisa – thank you for allowing me to help find your husband’s ring.