Friday, April 14, 2006

A Passover Miracle?

Or possibly a wormhole in the universe?

Or, most likely, a really bizarre coincidence.

I own only two pieces of jewellery. A necklace that belonged to my mother and a ring that belonged to my grandmother. The ring was the only piece of jewellery that my grandmother owned and she wore it every day. The necklace was the only piece of jewellery my mother owned and she wore it every day. After they both passed away, I wore the ring and necklace every day to remind me of the two people who I love and will never stop missing.

Neither the ring, nor the necklace are real, I'm sure. If you stole them and tried to pawn them, I'm positive you'd get maybe $10.00 for both, if you were lucky. But to me they are priceless.

I wore them every day.

Every day until about 5 months ago.

I was taking the ring off at the end of the day, so I could put it back into my grandmother's old jewellery box, which is what I did every day. But, this time, the ring slipped out of my hand. I heard it hit the floor but when I looked down, it was gone. I searched for hours and hours but I couldn't find it anywhere. There are no vents in my bedroom so I knew it couldn't have bounced into one. The search went on for days, and then weeks. I tore my room apart but it was just gone. It was like it hit the floor and just disappeared. After about a month, I finally gave up.

I was beyond upset about it but what can you do? Life goes on, and really, it was just a ring.

A few weeks ago, I came home from grocery shopping and was putting the change back into my wallet in the living room when I dropped a nickel. I bent down to pick it up but it was gone. Now, this nickel was simply a nickel. It had no sentimental value so there was no extended search for it like there was for the ring. I did, however, look all around and peeked under the couch before I gave up after a minute or so. I turned to my friend and jokingly said: "It must have fallen into the same time-space continuum that my ring fell into."

So, here I am, a few weeks after losing the nickel and months after losing the ring. It's Good Friday. It's Passover. I don't really care what the holiday is, I just know that I didn't have to go to work and that's always a good thing! So I spent the day lazing around being a bum. Watching The Price Is Right. Taking a nap. Basically, doing a whole lot of nothing. After finally deciding to get my lazy butt off the couch, I came into my bedroom and, as soon as I walked in, something caught my eye. There, right next to the chair by my desk, was my grandmother's ring!

It wasn't hidden in any shadows. It wasn't tucked up against the corner of the desk or anything. It was just sitting right there in the open. Right next to the chair where I sit every single night when I use my computer. I swear I looked there a million times! And, even if I hadn't been looking for it, I don't understand how I didn't see it. I swear it wasn't there before.

But it had to have been.

I immediately grabbed it and went into the living room to grab a tissue so I could wipe off the dust and, as soon as I rounded the corner, something caught my eye. There, directly in front of the couch - the couch I sit on every day; the couch I had just been sitting on a few minutes earlier - was the nickel.

A Passover miracle?

Or possibly a wormhole in the universe?

Or, most likely, a really bizarre coincidence.