“I’m really not supposed to do this,” he said. “But if my wedding ring was stuck in a machine somewhere and someone found it… I’d want them to find me.”
He read me an address across town.
“Thank you,” I said, genuinely grateful. “Really, thank you.”
“Hey,” he added before hanging up, “you’re doing the right thing, man.”
I hoped so. But as I wrote down the address and looked at the ring sitting on top of my refrigerator, I couldn’t help thinking about all the things that money could have bought.
