If this ring could talk,....
It would tell the story of how it came to be placed on a finger twenty-one years ago. It would tell you about how two oddly matched people came to know each other over a meal one January evening and fell in love. The guy, on his knee, asked the girl if he could spend the rest of his days next to her. The girl said, "Yes".
It would tell the story of how they decided on this particular ring. This is no ordinary ring. The girl wanted just a wedding band but the guy wanted a big diamond for her hand. He felt, in some ways, it proved his love for her. But the girl preferred to save the money for things they both could enjoy. The guy didn't care about the cost; he wanted to spend as much as he needed to fill her finger to brimming. They reached a compromise. They bought a big diamond ring....it wasn't a pure diamond but had pure gold surrounding it. The cost satisfied the girl....the ring satisfied the guy.
She never took it off. Proudly wore it everywhere...because to her, it was as pure as the purest diamond because he had given it to her. The cost was never a factor.
Eighteen years after she put that ring on, she was forced to take it off when the band broke. Jewelers didn't want to repair it; "it wasn't a pure diamond" they stated..."wasn't worth repairing". She carried the broken ring....a circle that was never to be broken yet did....with her everywhere...trying to find a jeweler who saw the value in it as she did.
It would tell the story of how it came to be placed on a finger twenty-one years ago. It would tell you about how two oddly matched people came to know each other over a meal one January evening and fell in love. The guy, on his knee, asked the girl if he could spend the rest of his days next to her. The girl said, "Yes".
It would tell the story of how they decided on this particular ring. This is no ordinary ring. The girl wanted just a wedding band but the guy wanted a big diamond for her hand. He felt, in some ways, it proved his love for her. But the girl preferred to save the money for things they both could enjoy. The guy didn't care about the cost; he wanted to spend as much as he needed to fill her finger to brimming. They reached a compromise. They bought a big diamond ring....it wasn't a pure diamond but had pure gold surrounding it. The cost satisfied the girl....the ring satisfied the guy.
She never took it off. Proudly wore it everywhere...because to her, it was as pure as the purest diamond because he had given it to her. The cost was never a factor.
Eighteen years after she put that ring on, she was forced to take it off when the band broke. Jewelers didn't want to repair it; "it wasn't a pure diamond" they stated..."wasn't worth repairing". She carried the broken ring....a circle that was never to be broken yet did....with her everywhere...trying to find a jeweler who saw the value in it as she did.
A month after he died, she took it back to the store where the two of them had originally discovered it in hopes they would repair it. She reminded the same clerks who were there and had sold it to them 22 years earlier. how they came to purchase this ring. And she told them how that ring never left her finger all those years...until the band broke. How she had tried to get it fixed but everyone stated it wasn't worth fixing. She told about how a month earlier, her beloved had fallen asleep and never woke the next morning and how she wanted nothing more than to have that ring back on her finger.
The clerk, with tears in her eyes, promised to fix the ring back to its original state. She promised to cherish that ring in the same way the bride cherished it on her wedding day 21 years earlier. She promised to honor and respect that symbol of love.
And then one day, two weeks later, a package arrived at the Widow Bride's home. It was a few weeks before Christmas...a little over a month after her beloved had fallen asleep....and as she opened the gift wrapped package, she read the note from the jeweler:
And the bride will, indeed, wear this circle of gold for the rest of her days. Because the bride realized it wasn't the monetary value of this circle of gold, it was the heart-value that truly mattered.
The clerk, with tears in her eyes, promised to fix the ring back to its original state. She promised to cherish that ring in the same way the bride cherished it on her wedding day 21 years earlier. She promised to honor and respect that symbol of love.
And then one day, two weeks later, a package arrived at the Widow Bride's home. It was a few weeks before Christmas...a little over a month after her beloved had fallen asleep....and as she opened the gift wrapped package, she read the note from the jeweler:
"The story about your ring and the love of your life, Charles, touched our hearts so much.
We have restored your ring to its original glory and hope you will wear it another 25 years!"
And the bride will, indeed, wear this circle of gold for the rest of her days. Because the bride realized it wasn't the monetary value of this circle of gold, it was the heart-value that truly mattered.
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