A RING OF MAGIC
The recovery of a cherished keepsake reunites a family
Let’s take one more hike up to the tea room before we leave,” Jodi pleaded. Kent agreed and they set off in the early morning fog. No one else was on the path. The birds chirped and sang, the sweet scent of pine and cedar hung heavy in the air. It was pure pleasure for the senses. In the tea room, the aroma of coffee and sticky buns greeted them as they entered. They agreed that it was a perfect way to end a holiday.
After about half an hour, Kent said, “It’s time to head for home. We don’t want to be too late getting to Red Deer.” Reluctantly, they left the little tea house and headed back down the mountain. The sun had burned off the fog, and dew was sparkling on the leaves. Suddenly, Jodi stopped and bent down. Something glinting by the side of the path had caught her eye. She picked up a ruby ring set in gold filigree.
“Oh, someone has lost a beautiful ring. When I get home, I am going to see if I can find the owner.” Kent grinned. Jodi was always such an optimist, but he had his doubts about ever finding the owner.
Soon after they arrived home, Jodi posted this ad on Facebook. “Found: A ring in the Lake Louise area. If you can describe it, I will return it.” A few days passed and Jodi heard nothing. Kent teased her about looking for a needle in a haystack. The following Saturday, Jodi received a private message on Facebook. It read, “I lost a ruby ring set in filigree gold about a month ago. If this is the one, please phone me at this number.” Jodi squealed and shouted to Kent that she had found the owner. She called and spoke to a lady in Calgary, who told her the ring had been a gift from her grandparents on her convocation and she treasured it so much. They made plans for her to drive out the following weekend to pick it up.
The next Saturday, the doorbell rang and in came Kelsey smiling from ear to ear. “You cannot imagine how thankful I am that you are such an honest, caring person. I never thought I would see my ring again.” Kelsey burst into tears when Jodi handed her the ring. While the two young women talked and laughed, Kent stood in the background watching them. Finally he spoke.
“You look so much alike that you could pass for sisters.”
“You know, I am adopted. Maybe she’s my long lost sister,” quipped Jodi.
“I’m adopted, too,” gasped Kelsey. The women
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