It’s a Friday morning, and as I set out in my car to run some errands, I notice that my engagement ring is not on my finger. This is not alarming because my routine is to take the ring off when I am playing the piano; if I am not at home, I always put it in the zippered coin section of my wallet for safekeeping. Melinda and I had had a piano session at her house in the afternoon of the previous day — Thursday — and I remember taking the ring off and putting it in the coin pocket at some point during the lesson.
I pull over to the side of the street, take out my wallet, unzip the coin pocket and search for the ring.
It’s not there.
Maybe it somehow fell out of the coin pocket into the bottom of my purse. I take everything out of the purse and, with anxiety mounting, search for my ring.
It’s not there.
By this time, my whole body feels flushed as I begin to face the reality that I have no idea where the ring is.
I start to mentally trace back to where I had gone on Thursday afternoon after my piano lesson. I remember going to the Sentry Grocery Store and to Macy’s Department Store at Hilldale Mall. Suddenly I remember, too, that I had paid in cash at Macy’s and that some loose change fell out onto the floor while I was making the purchase. I had picked up the loose coins. But, . . . oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
The worst case scenario seemed to be that the cleaning people who go through after the store closes for the night would not have seen the ring if it was on the floor, and it would have been swept up and deposited who knows where with who knows what in the trash bin. Or, much better, maybe someone had found it and turned it in to Lost and Found. Or maybe someone had found it and kept it. Or maybe it wasn’t there, nor had it ever been there, and I would have to try hard to figure out where else I might have lost the ring.
In fear and trembling, I drive back to Macy’s, enter the door, and go directly to the counter where I had made my purchase the day before. As I walk up to the counter, my eyes staring fiercely at the floor, I see the ring! It is, indeed, on the floor, right where I had stood the day before, sort of tucked into a corner of the baseboard of the counter. Just lying there as if it is waiting for me. This seems unbelievable. I get so excited that I burst forth to a customer who is standing nearby, “That’s my ring! I lost it here yesterday!” The clerk hears me and she gets all smiles and shares my moment of relief and amazement. It’s like a miracle!
A miracle at Macy’s!