There’s Hope Yet
Late last week I lost a gold tennis bracelet I got when I graduated college. I noticed it missing from my wrist Friday morning but I wasn’t sure if I’d still had it the night before. I never take it off.
Since this was not the first time it had gone missing, I assumed, like the other times I would find it in the sleeve of my jacket or on the floor near the spot I keep my gloves. This time, it didn’t turn up.
After four days of searching (including carefully scooping my cats’ litter box on the off chance one of them ate it) I had given up any hope of finding it.
Last night my new neighbour knocked on my door, holding the bracelet saying she’d found it on the steps and wondered if it was mine. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I figured it had been pawned and I would never see it again.
Not only am I glad to have my bracelet back, but this also gives me hope there are still people in this world who do the right thing.
Kate