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Tungsten Wedding Ring Lost In The Saco, Maine Surf, Found With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐ŸŒŠ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐€๐“๐‹๐€๐๐“๐ˆ๐‚: ๐€ ๐‘๐š๐œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐š๐œ๐จ ๐“๐ข๐๐ž!

On August 4th at 6:26 PM, my phone rang. It was Jeremy, and he was in a complete panic. ๐Ÿ“ž

Earlier that afternoon, Jeremy was enjoying a picture-perfect summer day at Kinney Shores right here in Saco, Maine. He was soaking up the sun and decided to cool off with a swim in the warm Atlantic Ocean… OK, letโ€™s be real, maybe not that warm. ๐Ÿ˜‰

While out braving the freezing Atlantic waters (is that better? ๐Ÿ˜‚), the unthinkable happened. Jeremy felt his Tungsten wedding ring slip right off his finger, sinking instantly into the shifting sands of the ocean floor.
Panic set in. He immediately began frantically searching the bottom, but the crashing waves made visibility absolutely zero. ๐ŸŒŠโŒ

But then, Jeremy did something brilliant. He kept his wits about him. He ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐™๐„ dead in his tracks right where the ring dropped. He looked straight back toward the beach and locked his eyes onto a specific house sitting on the shoreline. A visual marker. It was a legendary decision that would change everything. ๐ŸŽฏ

Jeremy kept fighting the elements to find it, but between the pounding surf and a rapidly incoming high tide, the ocean won round one. He was forced to abandon the search and make the long, heavy-hearted drive back home to New Hampshire for work the next morning. ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿš™

Once he got home, Jeremy refused to give up hope. He frantically searched the internet for a solution and discovered ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž and our ๐„๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ž๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐œ๐ž๐ฌ.
Recognizing this was a race against time and shifting ocean currents, he immediately placed that fateful call to me. ๐Ÿ“žโœจ

With Jeremy still on the phone anxiously waiting, I instantly pulled up the local Saco tide chart. ๐Ÿ“Šโฑ๏ธ

The clock was ticking. High tide had peaked about 2.5 hours ago. Low tide was just over 3.5 hours away. That meant one thing: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ. ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ“‰

Jeremy had dropped the ring right at the mid-tide cycle. With the water receding by the minute, that tungsten wedding band would soon be exposed on wet sand instead of buried deep under breaking waves. It was the perfect window of opportunity.
I told Jeremy: ” ๐ผโ€™๐‘š โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐พ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘†โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค. ๐ผ’๐‘š ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘‘๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก.” ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ

The game plan? Use Jeremy’s incredible foresight. I was going to execute a flawless, tight grid search covering the entire width of that shoreline house he had locked his eyes on when the ring fell off. ๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”

I quickly loaded my gear into The Ring Finder Mobile and made the quick 10-minute drive down to Kinney Shores. Finding a parking spot right next to the beach access path during a busy Maine summer is usually a miracle in itself, but Lady Luck was on our side and I managed to snag a spot immediately! ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿš™
Stepping onto the beach, I checked the time: ๐Ÿ”:๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ— ๐๐Œ.โฑ๏ธ

Looking out at the water, I calculated that if the ring wasnโ€™t already sitting under the newly exposed sand, it would be very shortly. Thanks to technology, Jeremy had texted me a photo of the exact shoreline house he had locked his eyes on. I spotted it instantly, set up my north and south grid search boundaries, and got to work.
The metal detector started humming. At first, I dug up the usual beach suspects: a few pieces of trash, a heavy fishing sinker, and a couple of stray coins. ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿช™

The search area wasn’t huge, but I was moving fast and soon found myself standing right at the wet, crashing waterline. I had been swinging my detector for ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ without a single sign of tungsten. โณ๐ŸŒŠ

I reached a critical crossroads. Do I turn around, head back to where I started, and search higher up toward the dry shore? Or do I keep pushing the limit? With the tide still actively going out and exposing fresh sand by the second, I made a gut-call decision: ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž. ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ‘ฃ

As I headed south on that extra pass, I was closing in on my southern boundary when suddenlyโ€”๐๐Ž๐Ž๐Œ!๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ’ฅ

A ๐‹๐Ž๐”๐ƒ, perfectly repeatable mid-tone target completely filled my headphones. I looked down at my screen. The target identification number was locking in right in the low 50s. ๐Ÿ”ข

The ultimate suspense: Was it just another lead fishing sinker… or was it a tungsten ring?
I dug my scoop deep into the wet sand, lifted it up, and threw the contents onto the surface. As the wet sand parted, there it was, sitting right on top. A beautiful, unmistakable tungsten wedding ring catching the fading daylight. ๐’๐”๐‚๐‚๐„๐’๐’!!! ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ’

I had found Jeremy’s wedding ring in just ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ of searching! โฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ช

And honestly? It was all because of Jeremy’s lightning-fast thinking. By freezing in his tracks and locking his eyes onto that exact house on the shore, he gave me the perfect map. ๐ŸŽฏ (๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‚๐’„๐’•๐’–๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’‚๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’, ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’”๐’–๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’„๐’Œ ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐‘น๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’—๐’Š๐’…๐’†๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’‚๐’ ๐’˜๐’† ๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’• ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•! ๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ‘€)

I pulled out my phone to record that video for him. Panning the camera over to the ring glistening in the sand, I said: “๐ˆโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž. ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž. ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ! ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ!” ๐ŸŽฌ๐ŸŒŠ

I pressed send on the video and waited. Literally ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, my phone lit up. It was Jeremy! ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ’ฅ

He was absolutely over the moon, overflowing with pure happiness and thanking me for the lightning-fast response to his plea for help. But more than anything, he was completely stunned. He couldn’t believe the ring had been found so incredibly fast! ๐Ÿคฏโœจ

With the sun setting over Saco, we coordinated the big return. As it turned out, Gary Hill and I already had an early 6:30 AM search planned for the next morning down at Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine, to look for a lost engagement and wedding ring set. ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿ”

We hatched a perfect plan. Jeremy wanted his precious wedding ring back so badly that he agreed to drive up from New Hampshire extra early the next morning. He was willing to make a 2-hour round trip before his shift rather than endure the agonizing wait until after work! ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿ’จ

The next morning, Gary and I had been swinging our detectors for about half an hour when Jeremy arrived, walking right out onto the sand to meet us. After plenty of celebratory handshakes and a full rehash of the wild search from the night before, Jeremy walked off Footbridge Beach one incredibly happy, smiling man. He felt whole once again. ๐Ÿ˜Šโค๏ธ

Now, Gary and I had a couple of other rings to find on that beach, and it wouldn’t be easy… but that is a full story for a few weeks from now! ๐Ÿคซ

We truly have the best job in the world, and we absolutely love what we do.
๐Ÿšจ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐•๐€๐‹๐”๐€๐๐‹๐„๐’? ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐„๐’๐’๐„๐๐‚๐„!๐Ÿšจ
If you or someone you know loses a ring, heirloom, phone, or keys on the beach, ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ! Shifting sands and incoming tides can bury or move your items permanently within minutes. ๐ŸŒŠโณ

๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐“๐Ž ๐ƒ๐Ž ๐ˆ๐Œ๐Œ๐„๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€๐“๐„๐‹๐˜ ๐ˆ๐… ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐€ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐†:
1๏ธโƒฃ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ฒ ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ & ๐…๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ณ๐ž: Stop moving so you don’t step on it or push it deeper.
2๏ธโƒฃ ๐†๐ž๐ญ ๐š ๐‹๐š๐ง๐๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค: Look straight toward the shore and lock onto a house, a unique tree, a lifeguard chair, or a path.
3๏ธโƒฃ ๐“๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ / ๐ƒ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ ๐š ๐†๐๐’ ๐๐ข๐ง: Take a quick picture of your surroundings or drop a pin on your smartphone maps application immediately.
4๏ธโƒฃ ๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐”๐’ ๐ˆ๐Œ๐Œ๐„๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€๐“๐„๐‹๐˜ ๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•-๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘-๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•! ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ’ฅ
The sooner you call ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž, the higher your chances of a happy ending just like Jeremy’s! ๐ŸŽฏ

“๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ, ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฌ.” โค๏ธ

Gold Wedding Ring Lost In The Ocean and Sand, Found In Ogunquit, Maine, With A Metal Detector

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ THE OGUNQUIT MIRACLE: A Sign from Above & A Mind-Blowing Connection! ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’

On Saturday, July 3rd, I had just recovered a lost engagement ring on Motherโ€™s Beach in Kennebunkport Maine , Maine.

As Cheryl and I were standing around talking to Lucy and her family about the recovery, my phone rang.

The caller identified himself as Patrick. He was at Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine: Beautiful Place by the Sea , and just an hour or so earlier, he had lost his wedding ring of nine years.

Patrick had been floating in the water when a large wave knocked him into the surf.

He was actually underwater when he felt his wedding ring slip off. He tried to grab it but couldn’t.

Patrick, his wife Kendra, Shaunna (Kendraโ€™s sister), and her husband Pete immediately started searching the water, but it was too late.

The ring had disappeared into the surf and sand.

Patrick asked if I was available to search, and I told him I was less than ten miles away and would be right there!

Cheryl and I quickly said our goodbyes to Lucy’s family and raced to Ogunquit. It was now 6:20 PM, and low tide was in just two hours.

Time was of the essence before the tide turned back in and covered the search area. โณ

โฑ๏ธ Racing the Clock at Footbridge Beach

Once we arrived at Footbridge Beach, we were promptly met by Patrick.

He walked us down to the area where his family had marked out boundaries and placed some “X” marks in the sand to see who would guess closest to the ring’s location.

The area to be searched was maybe 75โ€™ x 100โ€™, but my main concern was the tide. It was now 7:00 PMโ€”leaving us only an hour and twenty minutes until low tide.

I decided to start the search at the lip of the sandbar, closest to the shore, where the ring was lost. I knew I could cover the entire area down to the low tide mark if I grid-searched parallel to the water from north to south.

The sandbar was extremely clean of targetsโ€”just a few pieces of small aluminum.

As I made my way toward the water, some of the family members thought I was too far out.

But Patrick, who was walking along with me, confirmed he had been out that far.

So, I kept marching toward the low-tide mark.

๐ŸŽฏ A Signal in the Sand & A Sign from Above

By 7:35 PM, we had only 45 minutes left before the tide would start coming back in.

Suddenly, I received the unmistakable sound of a low-conduction, non-ferrous metalโ€”the exact tone of gold. ๐ŸŽงโœจ

I told the group I couldn’t guarantee it, but I knew in my gut this was Patrick’s wedding ring. I held off on digging until everyone gathered around to watch.

I pushed the scoop into the hard-packed wet sand, threw it up onto the surface, and heard Pete yell:

๐Ÿ‘‰ โ€œHoly sht man, itโ€™s right there!โ€*

He rushed over, pointing directly at the pile.
Kendra and Cheryl rushed in to get photos of the ring, still embedded in the sand.

Once Kendra saw it, she started to cry, releasing all the built-up stress and anxiety of the past few months.

Kendra and Shaunnaโ€™s father had sadly passed away earlier in the year. It was at his house in Ogunquit that the family had gathered for the first time since the funeral.

Emotions were already running high for the sisters, and losing the wedding ring had been deeply upsetting.

Kendra then told me something that gave me literal goosebumps.

Just seconds before I found the ring, a bird flew in circles directly around me and the exact spot where the ring was buried. Kendra was absolutely convinced it was a sign from her father. ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธโค๏ธ

๐Ÿ“Š An Unbelievable, Serendipitous Connection

Patrick was taking in the entire emotional scene before he and Kendra, still crying happy tears, shared a long, loving embrace (See video posted yesterday).

What a beautiful sight to see. I was so incredibly happy that Cheryl and I got to be a part of it.

With a big smile on his face, I asked Patrick if he would like the honors of removing his wedding ring from the sand.

With a huge grin, he nodded and pulled it out.

As Patrick was cleaning it off, Cheryl told me something that was truly hard to believe.

While I was searching, Patrick and Cheryl had struck up a conversation.

Patrick mentioned that he and Kendra had just celebrated their 9th wedding anniversary a few weeks earlier.

Cheryl replied that we had also just celebrated our 9th anniversary.

After a few more questions, our jaws hit the sand.

๐Ÿคฏ We had gotten married on the exact same day and year as Kendra and Patrick ๐Ÿ—“๏ธ

Talk about a serendipitous connection!

What are the odds of that happening?

It is an incredibly rare, statistical anomaly. Absolutely unbelievable!

We meet all kinds of people from all walks of life doing this, and we always find some kind of common bond with our clientsโ€”but this one took it to a whole new level.

With the happy tears now turned into smiles and laughter, Cheryl and I walked off the beach in Ogunquit knowing, without a doubt, that we have the best job in the world. We love our job. ๐Ÿฅฐ

๐Ÿ‘‰ Remember: โ€œIf it matters to you, it matters to us.โ€

๐Ÿšจ LOST IT? DON’T PANICโ€”WE CAN FIND IT! ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”

Did a rogue wave sweep away your wedding band?

Did your car keys slip out of your pocket into the deep sand or tall grass?

Time is critical, but you don’t have to search alone!

Whether it’s hidden under water, buried deep in the sand, or lost in your own backyard, The Ring Finders of Maine are ready to help recover your missing treasures.

๐Ÿคฟ What We Recover:

* Wedding Rings & Fine Jewelry ๐Ÿ’Ž
* Car Keys & Key Fobs ๐Ÿ”‘
* Cell Phones & Smartwatches ๐Ÿ“ฑ
* Family Heirlooms & Sentimental Items โค๏ธ

We use top-tier, professional underwater and land metal detecting equipment to pinpoint your items fast.

๐Ÿ“ž Call or Text Dennis, Right Away: 207-423-4027

๐Ÿ‘‰ Remember: โ€œIf it matters to you, it matters to us.โ€

 

 

Gold Diamond Hoop Earring Lost In The Sand, Found With A Metal Detector In Old Orchard Beach, Maine

  • from Old Orchard Beach (Maine, United States)

๐Ÿšจ LOST GOLD & DIAMOND EARRING IN THE SAND! ๐Ÿšจ

I received a frantic text on Tuesday evening at 5:50 PM.

โ€œHello. Iโ€™m staying at the ‘On The Beach Motel’ in Old Orchard. I lost a gold hoop diamond earring… My husband gave them to me. He passed away two years ago, so this is more upsetting than it may have been otherwise. Is this something you can try to help with?โ€ ๐Ÿ’”

I immediately replied:

โ€œHi, this is Dennis from The Ring Finders of Maine. I’m on the road but will be back in the area around 6:30 PM.

Do you still have the matching earring for a photo? Small gold earrings are very difficult to find.

Do you have a specific area on the beach to search, or do you think itโ€™s in the water?โ€

She texted back:

โ€œI did step into the water. We are out getting dinner right now, but we had a beach setup and I know exactly where it was.โ€

โฑ๏ธ The Race Against Time

I texted back right away:
โ€œOk, I want to search tonight as soon as you get back. My main concern is that another detectorist might find it, or the beach-cleaning machine will scoop it up at 5:00 AM. If it gets scooped by the machine, it will be gone forever.

โ€Claire later told me that the incredible office staff at the motel were the ones who told her to call me. ๐Ÿ™

๐Ÿ˜ข An Emotional Plea

Through tears, Claire explained to Cheryl and me that this earring was a precious gift from her husband, who passed away two years ago.

She told us these earrings weren’t just jewelry; in a sense, they were her husband. She was physically sick not knowing where it was. ๐Ÿ’”

Her family had already torn the hotel room and the car apart. They even searched the dry sand by hand. Nothing. It had to be on the beach.

My primary mission tonight was the dry sand. We had to clear the area before the 5:00 AM beach cleaner arrived.

Alright, let’s go find this earring! ๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐ŸŽฏ

The Search Begins
Claire took us down to the exact spot where her family had set up for the day. She knew the area perfectly.

Once the boundaries were set, I started grid searching parallel to the water, moving from south to north.

Claire continued searching the dry sand by eye, constantly staring out at the ocean waves, praying it wasnโ€™t out in the deep water.

At the end of my first pass, I only found a crusty old dime.

๐Ÿช™โœจ A Shocking Low Tone

I turned around and headed south, keeping an eye on Claire as she watched the waves.

Suddenly, a loud, low tone blasted through my headphones! ๐ŸŽงJ

Just what I was hoping to hear.

The Target Identification (TID) read a solid 07. That is exactly in the small gold range.I carefully brushed the sand away, and there it was: the glittering gold earring! โœจ

๐ŸŽฌ The Setup & Surprise

Claire hadn’t noticed me finding the earring because she was still looking out toward the ocean.

I glanced over at Cheryl and mouthed, “I’ve got it, get video!” ๐Ÿคซ

With Cheryl’s video rolling, I pretended to continue searching as I walked closer to Claire.”

Can you point to exactly where you were standing in the water?”
I asked her.

As she turned toward the ocean and pointed, I held the earring up right in front of me, waiting for her to turn back around.

๐Ÿ˜ญ The Floodgates Open

It worked perfectly!

When Claire turned back to face me, she saw her beloved earring dangling right in front of her. The floodgates completely opened.๐Ÿ˜ญโค๏ธ

She walked slowly toward me, crying tears of pure happiness and relief.

As I placed the earring back into her hand, she gasped, “I can’t believe it. I really can’t believe you found it.”

She wrapped me in a massive hug, the happy tears still rolling down her face.

What an emotional return! She finally had both of her precious earrings back together. ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ

Just then, her son Mickey walked onto the beach.

Claire proudly yelled to him, “He found it! Can you believe it?!

“Mickey broke into a huge smile and said, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

๐Ÿ˜„Claire then admitted to me, “I almost didn’t call you. I thought it was gone forever.” Thankfully, she did!

๐Ÿ† The Best Job in the World

As Cheryl and I walked off the beach, Claire was proudly telling everyone around her that she got her earring back. She had the biggest smile on her face.

I truly have the best job in the world. I love my job!

Remember: โ€œIf it matters to you, it matters to us!โ€ ๐Ÿคโœจ

๐Ÿ“ž LOST SOMETHING VALUABLE IN MAINE? Don’t wait! Time is of the essence before the tides or beach cleaners get to it.

๐Ÿ‘‰ Call or Text Dennis: (207) 423-3027

๐Ÿ”’ A Note on Client Privacy:Claire requested not to use photos or videos of herself on social media, and I always completely honor my clients’ wishes. Her comfort and trust mean everything to me. However, her son Mickey happily agreed to pose with the found earring for this post! (See photo below ๐Ÿ‘‡)