I usually lose things, rarely find things. That's why I remember well the only time when I found something beautiful.
It was about 15 years ago. I left a place with my eyes in tears. (that's another story). While walking on the pavement, I saw through the tears a glitter. It looked like a zirconia (white, colorless gem) fallen from a ring. It was evening, there was nobody around, the street seemed deserted, so I picked it up and brought it home.
I opened my jewelry box and fitted the found squarely shaped gem in a gold setting, and there it stayed; never wore it until recently. Why? I wouldn't have felt comfortable to wear something that had belonged to someone else who unfortunately lost it.
Recently I've decided to put the ring on my finger. A friend suggested that I have the gem checked at a jeweler; 'maybe it's a diamond', he said. I don't think so; the area where I found it was not one where people wear and lose diamonds. Besides, I'm pleased with it as it is. I don't care about its market value, and I don't intend to spend money to have it checked by a professional.
I like to recall this story. It was as if God wished to wipe away my tears by making me find the gem. And then, at home to find the perfect setting for it was unbelievable! as if the setting was just waiting for it. (The gold of the setting is not the usual yellow, but more like the silver color - it's called white gold, methinks, and is perfect match).
Last week the world was informed that the third largest diamond (over 1000 carat) was found in Botswana. Good for Botswana, good for the world! That's good news if we consider the other news that make up our daily life: violence, climate change, covid variants, economy decline.