Usually when there is mention of a ring, there is some sort of happiness associated with it. Some sort of joy that accompanies it, but no! Not in my case! Let me break it down to you...
In June, of the year 2003, I graduated high school. I didn't have much money then because I was basically supporting myself on a job that I had just gotten to finance my first car. Gas, maintenance, insurance etc... Long story short I only had enough money for the cap and gown needed for graduation. I didn't see a class ring or even a yearbook till the next summer. I was torn but I got the last copy of the yearbook and my mother gave me money, a portion that her mother, my grandmother, left when she died, to purchase my high school ring. I whined and whined because I didn't have one, so she gave me the money to purchase one. YaY!!!
In June, of the year 2003, I graduated high school. I didn't have much money then because I was basically supporting myself on a job that I had just gotten to finance my first car. Gas, maintenance, insurance etc... Long story short I only had enough money for the cap and gown needed for graduation. I didn't see a class ring or even a yearbook till the next summer. I was torn but I got the last copy of the yearbook and my mother gave me money, a portion that her mother, my grandmother, left when she died, to purchase my high school ring. I whined and whined because I didn't have one, so she gave me the money to purchase one. YaY!!!
:: Fast Forward::
On this past Sunday, I was getting ready for church and got in the shower. I left my ring in the shower and didn't put it back on because my finger was irritated and I wanted my finger to get some air. Moving on, I come home from a nice day at church (blessing in itself) and to my surprise, my ring is not in the shower. I'm like OK someone moved it. My cousin and aunt were at my house while my father and I were at church. That makes two possibilities. It was really three possibilities because my father used the restroom before I had a chance to get the ring out of the shower. It is officially missing... My ring that cost my mother $500 is missing! In my own house with my own family! I don't understand!
Part of me wants to say HELL NO. Part of me wants to leave it alone.
ALL OF ME WANTS MY RING TO COME HOME!!!
I've called the police and went as far as i could go with that avenue. I told my brother and sister in an effort to calm down and it worked. They told me something, this ring will be the division of this family. I was like huh? He said that He knows how I am and explained that I'm not too far off from him and how he behaves. I agreed lol. He said that there will be ill feelings toward one another, mistrust, and even hatred can come from this. "The family that mom fought so very hard to keep together will fall apart because of something she bought!" I gasped and the only thing I could say is WoW!
6 thoughts:
Daniel,
Doesn't that 500 dolla ring have your name engraved in it?? hmmm?? Go visit all the local pawn shops, or at least the ones closest to your prime suspect, until you find it on display.. then you can also track the perp from the paperwork!
He helps those who help themselves daniel.
hmmm interesting... never thought about that...
is that the ring u showed me ? its crazy !!! r u sure it didnt fall somewhere, can u look again ? i mean mm... thats not cool.
and what pono said
I didn't know it cost $500 bucks? I knew it was expensive, but never knew that much!
I knew how much sentimental value you hold on it, but I do know that this situation will be resolved as does everything else in your life does.
Keep Faith!
WOW!
how u get over 1,000 people to view ur blog?
u a BEAST son!
i'm derrons friend......quote unquote.
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