It’s lost

The ring story goes on. David the fellow who gave me was a big man, with big hand and fingers. My hands are not big at all and that also means the fingers aren’t large either. So the ring he gave me fit very loosely on my finger. To keep the ring from falling off I had to keep my hand slightly clinched. Most of the time it was not a problem, but it did come off from time to time.

One time Micki and I were in the Florida Key in lagoon listening to a live music that was being played at the tike bar on shore. We were on small rafts hanging on to your small boat. As I switch hands to hold on to the boat my ring slipped off. The water was only six to seven feet deep and the bottom of the lagoon was all sand so it would be easy to see if I had a mask, but I didn’t. Being we were in salt water I had a real problem, it is very to see in sakt water without a mack. How was I going to find my ring?

At that moment I thought I had lost the ring forever, but along came a guy with his mask and snorkel. Mind you the only thing to see at the bottom was sand, but if you’re a tourist from somewhere they don’t have clear water, you would think this was great place to snorkel.

When this guy pocket his head out of the water, I asked him if he would look for a silver torques ring at the bottom. He was delighted to have something to do and quickly slipped under the water in pursuit of my ring. In a few moments he surfaced we my ring in his hand. He gave to me and I kept thanking him, I even offered him a reward, like a cold drink. But, he was happy enough just knowing that he help someone.

Over the first year of having the ring I lost it six times, but in every case, for some reason, it found its way back to me. Is there something magical about the ring I don’t know? But you can be sure the only time it comes off me is at night when I go to bed. There is a reason it doesn’t fall off anymore and I tell you that story some other time.

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