I had gone shopping for some accessories to wear with a dress a friend helped me choose for a very special occasion. A necklace and bracelet set caught my eye, as did a pretty ring. I was excited to have so quickly found what I thought were the perfect pieces to wear with said dress. Alas, they turned out not to be perfect at all. Furthermore, to add to my chagrin, I discovered that the ring I had been wearing was no longer on my finger. I must have left it at the store.
The next morning I went back to return my purchases and look for the ring. I searched all the jewelry racks and checked the Lost and Found, but it wasn't anywhere. I felt crushed. It was only a cheap little ring, but it had sentimental value, and I really liked it.When I got home, I called my friend and told her about my misadventures. I asked her if she would be willing to help me pick out the jewelry I needed since I wasn't having much luck on my own. Unlike me, she loves shopping, and was eager to comply.
We arranged to meet the next day, and while she happily rummaged through the racks, I went back to the Lost and Found. My ring was not there. Dejected, I returned to the jewelry department and asked her to keep an eye out for it.
Not five minutes later, she walked over to me with a big grin on her face and an outstretched palm. There in the middle of it was my missing ring. She had found it on a ledge near the floor. Was that a miracle, or what?
