I created a panic. It wasn’t intentional. The panic tested my support team
About 3 years ago I was less than subtle about what I wanted for Christmas – a very special pair of earrings that I had wanted forever. If purchased, they would be my “go to” earrings for any occasion. After several holidays passed, I gave up on the thought of ever owning them. But Bob came through on Christmas 2010 – beautiful earrings.
Fast-forward to 2012 and I lose one of the earrings over the Christmas holiday while staying with my parents. I looked everywhere; retraced every step for two months. My father went to my cousins where we had lunch Christmas day and retraced my every move from getting out of the car to walking through her grass, etc. My sister in Kansas searched her car, I called the store where I tried on some clothes and asked them to search their dressing room. My parents tore apart the room where I stay. Everyone knew how special they were and were willing to participate in the search. Bob’s initial comment understandably was “well that’s it for expensive jewelry.”
Finally, I had to do something I was so distraught over this loss. I visited two jewelers to see if I could buy one earing or have an earring made to match. I hit a low moment after these visits because there was no good solution other than just buying a new pair, which was not an option.
And then. I found it – it was here all the time, interlocked with another earring.
Suddenly all that was wrong was right again. It wasn’t about the earring; it was about the loss, the stroke, the left side neglect and remembering to look to the left where things are magically found.
…or things magically reappear.
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