One sunny Monday, I decided to go for a walk on the dirt track near my house with my husband. On my finger was a very special ring :I'd just picked it up from jeweller's the day before because I'd had it designed to hold a diamond my grandmother gave me for my 23rd birthday. I looked down at my ring as I began my walk, feeling as sunny as the day.
Imagine my sadness when I looked again at the end of the track and found the diamond was missing. Anxiously, I started back along the path, looking for the tiny stone. In my heart, I knew how hopeless my search was. The track was long, stony and covered with leaves. As I searched the ground , crying and upset, I met an old gentleman out for a walk. "What's the matter, love?" he asked kindly. " Lost something?" I explained about the missing diamond and showed him the hole in my ring. He whistled. "That's going to be hard to find . Tell you what, love, I walk along this track every day. I'll keep my eyes open for it." I thanked him, expecting nothing, but told him my husband often walked our dogs along the path if he ever found something.
A few days later, my husband met the old man on the path. "Guess what?" he said. "I found your diamond!" Unbelievably he'd found the tiny stone and was delighted to hand the diamond back to my husband, saying casually, “ Lucky I found it-I only have 50 percent vision in one eye.” When my husband offered him money for his trouble, he refused it. He could have easily kept the diamond, or sold it, as it's worth several thousand dollars, But , thanks to this man, I'll spend the rest of my days trying to do something equally significant for another person. And if I'm ever worried about the state of the human race, all I have to do is look at my ring and remind myself that there are still kind and generous souls out there.