Lord of the ring
My story unfolds with a ring I received 5 years ago to mark 15 years with the company where I am employed. The ring itself I chose from a selection of gifts, and it holds many personal memories as well as triumphs. Since I’ve received the ring it is rarely off my finger.
In mid February of this year it was a cold late Friday afternoon, and I was in a rush to meet up with my friends at a local pub. Before leaving home I noticed that the cold weather had dried my hands, so I took off my ring to apply some cream and put the ring in my pants pocket. I thought that I would put it back on my finger once I got on the subway.
Once on the subway I saw a friend of mine so we started talking and ended up going to the pub together. Once in the club I met up with all my friends, ordered a drink and relaxed after a hectic week.
After some time I went to the washroom and as I pulled out a pack of gum from my pocket I heard something metallic drop to the floor. I looked down to see what had fallen and all I could find were a few pennies. I slid my shoe over a not so well lit area and more pennies moved with the same sound, so I concluded it was just some loose change.
I returned to my friends and did not think for a moment that what had fallen was my ring, because I continued to feel my ring secure on my finger as I always have.
Once I arrived home; which was quite late, I noticed that my ring was not on my finger, as I always remove it before going to bed. I couldn’t believe it. Okay, do not panic, I said to myself. I then emptied my pockets and still no ring. Alright, it is not the alcohol – I know it was in my pocket. And then the echo of the metal dropping to the floor rang in my ear. No, this can’t be, I thought. Okay, tomorrow I will go back to the club and see if someone found it.
The next day I spoke to the pub manager and told her what happened and described the ring to her. She checked the nightly lost & found but nothing. She then told me that she would post it with my phone number etc… But also not to hold my breath because by the description someone probably has it or it has been pawned off. I refused to believe that part of the conversation and thanked her for her time.
I spoke to my brother who was at the club with me, and though he sympathized with me, he told me to forget about it, that it is long gone.
Sunday I went back to the club and spoke with a bartender I know, and he told me that he believed he had heard a bus boy say that he found a ring and that he would ask him once he comes in. It turned out to be false. I kept thinking I wish I had an actual photo of the ring as it is not sold in stores.
Monday came, and although I thought about my ring when I woke up and still felt it on my finger, I needed to get on with my day. I did however request the universe to help bring back my ring and hopefully not from someone’s finger, I did not want to have to see it on someone’s finger before getting it back.
At work a colleague of mine asked me for information about a company award. She told me that HR indicated that there is an internal site for awards. I told her, okay let’s look, and I stumbled onto this site which was linked to the actual award listing site. With a click on a link the site opened to various gifts for the number of years an employee archives. Oh my God there was my ring in color and actual size. I printed at least 4 copies of it and entered my name, phone numbers, etc… on it.
At the end of the day I went back to the club, saw the manager again and gave her a copy, she then said, “I can see why you want it back; it is beautiful.” Ah, but it is what it symbolizes that is important to me. I took the other 3 photos to a restaurant, another club and a corner shop where I had stopped that night, although I knew in my heart that it was in the first club.
A week went by and nothing, but I did not give up hope as I kept feeling it on my finger, so powerful was this feeling that the ring was present in my dreams. I even looked on my bureau as I was getting ready for work to put it back on.
The weekend came and I went back to the club and asked around, other bartenders, the coat check & friends. I thought, okay, someone is going to tell me to “get over it” as I keep talking about it. My friend working the coat check told me, “You know I hate to tell you but that weekend we had many tourists and for all you know your ring might be out of this country.” Hmm, I didn’t think of that, but I quickly banished that thought.
I went to work the following week and by mid week I received a call. The caller ID showed the pub’s name but it did not dawn on me that the person calling would have news of my ring. There were actually 2 messages – one from a barman and the other from the evening manager. I called the manager – his name is Guy – and he told me that the night cleaner found a ring and it would appear to be my ring. I was so happy, so full of joy; it was a high. I told Guy that I would be there right away. When I got there Guy went to get the ring and there it was, my ring. I gleamed with joy and all I could say is thank you and what can I give for finding this. Guy told me that it was the cleaning guy and told me he is an older man but loves chocolates, so I got him some Belgium chocolates which I brought on my next happy hour. Guy told me that the ring was in between the men’s & women’s washroom and it is a wonder no one had picked it up. He added that, “You must have enormous energy to bring it back,” and asked how did you do it? I replied, “It’s a Secret”.