Picture this if you dare... we've just arrived from a lovely day-sail (the first from our 'new' slip which is another story). It's been a great day and we're unloading the boat; Kathy handing things off and I on the dock receiving and stacking them. As I lean down to pick up a bag I notice something sparkling up at me in the water. 'What's that? I ponder as I watch it descend. THAT was when I noticed my bare naked baby finger on my left hand. The very finger I'd left my irreplaceable, gold and engraved, one of a kind, just had it fitted so I could start wearing it.... retirement ring! To say I was devastated is an understatement, particularly as I watched it sparkle and twinkle its way out of sight as it disappeared into the depths below our boat (about 30' deep and dark).
There was nothing I could do. There was no one to blame. The odds of ever seeing it again were 'slim to none'. Between tidal changes and the related currents AND the silt and slime all over the bottom of the bay, there was no way I'd ever see it again. Yes, I was devastated, may have even shed a tear.
Well, the end of that day (two days ago) was ruined and I slumped home with a very heavy heart. I did leave a message for our diver (Terry) and of course, being a long weekend, he wasn't home. Now, with another day gone (with four separate tidal changes in each 24 hours) all hope was lost. BUT, to his credit Terry did return my call late last night (Tuesday) and agreed with me there was very little hope... but, he would come to the boat this morning at 0800.
I met him there, and as he donned his scuba gear we both agreed, there was no way the ring would be recovered. I showed him exactly where it had gone down and that I recalled there was minimal current at the time but, if it had drifted, it would have drifted towards the boat and not under the dock.
He was only down there two minutes. He surfaced and called to me to come and bring steady hands. YES, he had found it! He said it sparkled at him as soon as he got down there and it was only about 18" from where it had gone in. So, I might have leaked a tear again and I thanked him profusely. We both agreed this was a day to buy a lottery ticket (which I have done).
So, my friends, I can only conclude that Miracles Do Happen! and I have had the good fortune to be the recipient of one; a miracle I will never forget. While I'm not sure if I'll try wearing the ring again, I will cherish it for life. That's my story for today. Thanks for letting me tell it. I am a happy girl !
PS: a photo of the 'sparkling' ring is below, or above depending on where my computer decides to put it,
Hope you are all having good days, some with miracles, and enjoying our warm late summer. CJ
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