THAT LOST RING

This moment caused all types of emotions. The worst and most relieved of feelings. It also tested my faith and definitely strengthened it.

I woke up nice and early the morning of our engagement photo shoot, excited and in a hurry to get ready so I could go straight to the shoot after work. I took off my ring to wash something in the kitchen and rushed back to my room. A few minutes later, I went back into the kitchen to put that ring back on. But wait, where had it gone? Surely I had left it on the bench. Uh oh...

I began in the kitchen area. I searched high and low and retraced my steps. Mum searched the kitchen bin. Not even a sparkle in sight.  I began getting super anxious, told my manager I had an emergency and continued the search. 

Not that I would've looked as elegant as J Lawrence with that face

Overreacting? That's out-of-character. Put yourself in my shoes - I had to wear the engagement ring to an engagement photo shoot, go figure. I had just received the most expensive thing I've ever owned and if that's not enough, it was his symbol of wanting to spend forever with me (:p *cringe now*).

I flipped the house inside out. I literally searched every nook and cranny. I prayed to our heavenly Father earnestly and endlessly. I told myself to have faith that I will find it in time for the photo shoot, and I managed to have faith, it was my only hope.

An idea suddenly sparked up: the ultimate answer-finding machine! I Googled "How to find a lost engagement ring" and there were all sorts of funny and touching stories on the web, but I didn't have time for that. Quite a few results and ads popped up for metal detector businesses. I was about to go down that path, but then I came across some forum where one guy found his ring amongst mounds of hay in his horse paddock (kudos!) by waiting until nighttime and shining his torch around to catch the glimpse of shimmer from the diamond. I had tried almost everything so I though why not. 

So I turned the lights off and grabbed a torch and shone it around like crazy. I'm not sure why I went back to the kitchen bin but thank God I did. I shone the light from the top and braced myself for rummaging through those dirty food scraps. But if it was in the bin, it would've sank to the bottom of the bag. I lifted up the plastic bag, and shone the torch at the bottom of the bag... there it was. 

THAT. LITTLE. ROUND. SILHOUETTE. 

It dawned on me that the ring could have been lost forever if I hadn't found it that morning! If it was anywhere else in the house, I may have been able to find it later on, but in the bin, no matter how eager I may have been to walk through stinky dumps at the rubbish tip, there was no chance.

Relief, joy, gratitude. I could finally let out that breath that I had been holding for four hours! I could also have a giggle about the situation too :) Your comments made my day. Oh and I could finally tell Sunny.

   

As for how it happened? Later on I found out that poor mother must've accidentally swept it into the bin as she was wiping up spilt tea leaves. No wonder she searched the bin first, sneaky.