Started out being a gloomy day.
I decided to go through my clothes for the trip out West and had the Goodwill with the ones I weren’t taking.
Well had lost my ring when I took my Van in for service. So I scoured the parking lot looking for it and scoured the Van when I got it back.
No luck.
That’s when I first noticed that it was missing. I had thought that ring in the Dublin castle in Ireland when I went to visit my daughter Molly who was going to school in Copenhagen.
I was so sad when I lost it and I’ve been putting tons a hand cream on so the other ones don’t fall off!
My fingers don’t do well in the cold.
So I reach down in the bottom of the bag I was going to give the g
Goodwill and there was something shiny at the bottom! Praise the Lord and thank you St. Anthony, Patron Saint of Lost Items. Yes!
It was my ring!! I was so happy I jumped up-and-down and I’m slathering hand cream on now And heading to Goodwill.
Turned out to be a good day!
Happy trails.
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