Sometimes the Search Starts Long Before the Detector Turns On
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At 1:00 AM, a desperate text came in. By mid-morning, there were tears — hers… and mine.
This one felt amazing — not just because the ring was found, but because of what happened when I handed it back.
A woman in Williamsburg, Brooklyn had lost a ring that meant everything to her. She felt it fly (fling) off her finger while walking on her block. She and her boyfriend — along with kind strangers — searched for hours with flashlights. No luck. Desperate, she reached out.
I replied honestly. Street searches are tough. Metal detectors don’t love concrete or asphalt — too much interference underneath. I told her I might not be able to help, but we’d talk in the morning.
Her reply changed everything: they believed the ring landed in a dirt or grassy area.
That detail mattered.
By morning, they had already gone back out and searched for a few more hours. When I arrived, she explained the ring was loose — and that unmistakable feeling of it flying off her finger never left her.
I started by eliminating the obvious with quick scans — the leaf-covered street and nearby bushes along Havemeyer Street. After about an hour with nothing, I shifted my focus to something more subtle: the footing at the base of the shrubbery.
And that’s when it happened.
Right at the bottom of a bush, exactly where gravity would pull something small but heavy, my detector gave the signal I was hoping for. I reached down — and there it was.
Her ring.
When I placed it in her hand, she broke down in tears of pure joy. And honestly… that did me in too. I even got a hug out of this one.
Moments like this are why I do what I do.
More and more I’ve been thanking g-d, before I even begin a search, I feel a calm certainty — like I know what was lost will be found.
