Brad's wedding ring was the one thing the thugs didn't steal... but not because they didn't try! His ring was a little tight, and as they were trying to rip it off, another car began to approach - they ran off.
We were both relieved - thankful! His wedding ring was so much more precious to us than all we lost... the money, the laptop, even the damage to the car... All those could be replaced, - his machete wounds would heal.
I decided my ring was the one thing I didn't want to lose... We don't own a lot.. and although we need what we have, we do hold it pretty loosely. But my wedding ring... it's now in Florida in a safety deposit box.
I bought myself a copper washer at the market... for only 20 cents! Brad wasn't impressed - especially when it (and my finger) turned green!