It was a really stupid thing, but I understand it happens more than you would think. While closing the electric garage door a few years back my ring finger got caught on the metal door track. Of course, the door stopped but not before I had yanked my hand out, ripping a ring from my finger.
Thankfully, my ring finger was merely bruised by this mishap, but the ring was bent out of shape and the blue topaz stone had popped out onto the garage floor. I collected the ring parts, saddened by what I was now holding in my hand.
I took them to a jeweler, hoping he could restore the ring. It was not an especially expensive ring nor was it a family heirloom. The jeweler suggested I buy something else rather than have it repaired.
I had the ring fixed anyway and reminded the jeweler that it didn't matter how much it cost. It was priceless to me because it was something my husband and son picked out to give to me for my birthday some years ago.
The jeweler did a lovely job of returning the ring to its original state and brilliance. I am happy with the results and wear the ring every day. It reminds me that someone cared enough to pick it out just for me.
Anyone who knows me may agree that I'm not a very materialistic person but there are a few "things" I have considered important in my life. You can't always see the "things" I value.
The fact that I can wake every morning and put two healthy feet on the floor is something I try not to take for granted. When the thermometer hit the single digits this winter, I was grateful for a warm house and enough blankets because I knew there were some people shivering as night fell.
I try never to take for granted the fact that I have a job that allows me to make you laugh or cry or maybe help you, the readers, in some way.
While my family offers many highs and lows in life, I would not trade any of them for a case of fine chocolates. You can't put a price on being called daughter, sister, wife, mom or aunt.
Don't get me wrong. I really would rather that the pipe wrench did not fall onto and shatter that beautiful glass Easter basket I once had sitting on the dining room table or that a hockey puck flying through the air didn't take out the vase of flowers in the bay window. But those particular "things" really don't matter in the long run.
The best things in life cannot always be seen but they can be felt in a hug or the holding of hands. Love can be tasted in a lemon meringue pie someone baked just because they know it's your favorite.
Friendship can be silent other than exchanged birthday or Christmas cards and that's OK because you know you will be there for each other when it counts. Spending time to read to a child or to take a bike ride cannot be purchased with gift cards. Life is short. Don't save the "good dishes" for a special day. Write that children's book or take that trip to visit your grandkids. Those are the real "things" that matter.
Heather Ziegler can be reached at email@example.com.