Good people still exist
August 12, 2011
A few weeks ago I lost my engagement ring on the Rio Grande Trail in the midvalley. It was an heirloom diamond ring that my husband saved for years to buy. To say I was devastated by its loss is an understatement.
For days I rerode the section of trail where I believed it was, walked it by foot, posted signs, called the police and pawn shops, and prayed to any god or saint who would listen that it would find its way back onto my finger. Then that huge summer storm swept through the valley, causing mud- and rockslides, and dropping so much rain that I was certain that if it wasn’t in someone else’s pocket by this time, any chance I had of finding it had been washed away.
The very next morning, I received a phone call. A week after losing my ring, a man named Wayne was calling to say he discovered it while taking a morning walk on the same section of the Rio Grande Trail I had combed over so many times before. He found my name in the paper and promptly contacted me. Within an hour I had my engagement ring back. It was a miracle.
I wanted to say thank you to Wayne for finding the ring, but even more so for being an honest person who took the time with his wife, Karen, to check the papers and return it to our family. While it may be just a ring, what Wayne couldn’t have known when he put it safely in his pocket were the memories that ring represents – a time when my husband and I were young, in love and our future together was unfolding; he couldn’t have known how I played with it on my swollen fingers when I was pregnant with our two beautiful boys; or the thousands of times I looked at that ring and was reminded how lucky I was to have a husband as patient as mine.
Thank you, Wayne. There are still good people in the world, and more than our share in the Roaring Fork Valley.
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