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YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LOSE IT

I lost another ring.  Was it an old junky, everyday ring?  Noooo.  I have to lose the big ones.  You know, the ones that really matter.  It was a little silver ring with turquoise encircled in a sunflower shape.  When I was a little girl, my daddy gave me that ring.  He's not here anymore.  Neither is my ring.  (Hanging my head in shame here)

It's right there at Goodwill in Lawton, Oklahoma.  I felt the hangars catching on it, but never dreamed they were going to actually take it.  Where's the good will in that?   I called them to report it,  but had to laugh when I did.  Who loses a ring at Goodwilll?  That's like throwing a bottle of water in the ocean and trying to call it back.  You're not getting it back.  Hello!  It's Goodwill. 

This isn't the first time.  No.  I think it's a thing with me.  My class ring, that was the first.  Apparently, that's a common one to lose.  Jostens' website has a whole list of lost rings waiting to be found.  Was mine on there?  Nope.  Not at all.    I know where it is.  It's at this guy's house.  It's in the front yard in the grass right by the porch.  I know it is.   I can feel it.

The second ring.  Note to self:  When you ask a young lad to hold your ring for you and he tells you, "No.  I'll lose it."  And you say, "You're not going to lose."  You might want to listen to them.  Yeah, that's good advice right there for sure.   It was my grandmother's wedding ring.  Yup, after 42 years of blissful marriage she gives me her ring AND I lose it.   I seriously hope my grandma doesn't read this post. 

The gold thumb ring.  It sucks.  I'm a brand new reporter and a fellow reporter had one.   I got me one of those thumb rings.   Now that poor little ring is laying in a parking lot somewhere in Lawton.  Here's a clue - if you hear a little "ding" when you're getting out of your car, it may not be your cell phone going off.   Double check your rings.

But the hardest ones are the ones you have to give back.  Maybe it wasn't the right size or color.  Maybe.  Maybe it was the response of the people it was shown to.  Maybe there is no reason at all and it just wasn't the right time.  Maybe.

Five rings.  Five rings gone.

:)  Me





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