A few months ago a family for whom Pramote used to work gave him two rubies from Burma, one larger than the other. They were nice looking and Pramote's brother mounted them in rings for the two of us. Pramote considered this a major present to me. He is rarely able to do something like this. We often wore them together as a form of wedding ring.
On September 10 mine was missing. We assumed it'd turn up. Things do usually turn up. Just a week earlier a house key had gone and couldn't be found, but it showed up in my pants pocket in the laundry after about a week. We had a birthday party that night for our nephew little Snack and a cake I'd bought in the city was a big hit. It looked like Nemo the fish. Perfect for the little kids and all the rest of us, too.
Next day we began a real search for the ring. Looked everywhere, especially all the pants pockets, in the truck I'd driven, in the old cake box and a great number of places it could not have been. It was gone. But it'd still show up.
Pramote was really upset by this. He was upset that I was behaving stoically. My thought was,”If it's gone there is nothing we can do about it. We have looked everywhere.” After a few days the edge of anxiety about this wore off, but every time Pramote looked at his ring he'd comment. "It's gone for good."
About 4 nights ago it was raining and I couldn't sleep well. The whole business about the ring came back to mind. I was pretty well asleep but I began to remember buying the cake. It'd been a chaotic time. We had guests from Texas who were demanding attention, and I was buying the cake, and I remembered not being able to get my money out of my pocket, and spilled some on the floor. The workers were boxing the cake and I wanted to look at it. It was hectic. Then I got this scenario beginning to run. I saw myself going back and asking about the ring. I played out the scenario that if they had found it they might have decided I wasn't coming back for it and they'd given up. It'd be gone for good but I should offer a reward to the bakery staff and see if someone would call back about it.
It was a dream, rather like a nightmare. I tried to dismiss it, but it came back again.
Well, today I told Pramote we were going to the mall. Promenada Mall is farthest from our house, but as we were driving I told Pramote we'd ask about the ring. He was sure it'd be gone by now, as was I.
At the S&P bakery I told the clerk I had been there 2 weeks ago and bought a Nemo cake. Showed her a picture of Snack cutting it on his 4th birthday. Then I mentioned the ring. I wasn't done when she said, "We found it and turned it in to the information counter."
You can imagine my feelings. Well, it'd been found. The information counter said to go to the security office. At the security office we were able to talk to someone through a window open about a foot. "Describe the ring." When we did, in pretty clear detail, another guy came to the window with the ring. "This it?" We signed for it and thanked them profusely. I told them about the dream. Pramote hadn't heard that. I was just going to forget it if the ring wasn't traceable. But we had the ring and the story could be told. The security guy said, "Really! A dream? I have goose-bumps all over my arm!"
We went back to S&P and showed the girl the ring, and I tucked a tidy reward in her apron pocket while she blustered.
People say this sort of thing doesn't happen, especially here. But it did happen.
Rev. Dr. Kenneth Dobson posts his weekly reflections on this blog.