I don't wear any jewelery. I've never worn much jewelery. When I was about thirteen years old I begged my mom for a chain (chains were all the rage) and I hung a piece of steel around my neck for a while. I have an old, gold ring that belonged to my grandfather and is inscribed with his initials JJK for Jozef John Kuracina (I am Jozef Lambert Kuracina) but my bulbous middle-knuckle makes ring wearing nearly impossible. I detest the feel of wrist-watches and have not worn one since the Timex Ironman with Indiglo® I had (we all had) in the mid-nineties.
When my mom returned from visiting my older sister in Hong Kong she brought me a wooden-bead bracelet, carved with symbols of Tibetan Buddhism, tied with an Endless-Knot. A Tibetan refugee, living in Hong Kong to escape the oppressive, violent Chinese government in Tibet hand-carved the bracelet. I'm very fond of the gift, but I haven't worn it much because it's a loose bracelet and I've been afraid I might lose it.
I wore it out twice last week... and I lost it.
When I first realized it was gone, I determined that it must have come off at the beach. I bet that when I took off my sweater it came off with the sleeve. I was a little upset, but took comfort by believing that someone who needed a little peace or guidance in their life was walking along the beach and came across my bracelet.
However, as I was cleaning the bathroom today, peeking out from underneath the shag bath rug was the bracelet! Awesome!
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