I celebrated, on Sept. 2, a year since my cancer surgery.
I decided for every year that I celebrate I am going to buy a bracelet. I purchased a white gold bracelet with a diamond Friday at 12:30 p.m. from Ben Moss Jewellers.
The woman who served me at the store was very kind and helpful. She helped me chose a bracelet with one diamond to represent a year from my surgery.
In the evening I went to the Centennial Concert Hall to try and win tickets to Wicked. We did not win, so my friends, Marge, Jack, Jennifer, Melissa, and I went to eat and that’s when I noticed my bracelet was gone. I didn’t even have it for six hours.
I knew it was insured, but the bracelet represents hope and survival. I was heartbroken hoping this was not an omen.
My friends and I all went to the Centennial Concert Hall to look for the bracelet and could not find it. I assumed it was gone. When I got home I phoned the concert hall and was told that a woman found it on the street and turned it in.
She did not leave her name, but I would like to thank her from the bottom of my heart. The bracelet’s monetary value was not as important as what it represents to me.
The bracelet is bent a bit because it was found on the road, but I will never fix it because it will remind me of the honesty, integrity and kind heart of this woman in Winnipeg.
I hope she reads this and knows how grateful I am to her for returning it to me. The return of the bracelet showed me that even though all seemed lost, the bracelet was returned and there is hope. Often my life has felt like that.
— C. Crocker