Rings and Engagement Rings

In 1995, thinking I was ready to get married, I began looking at diamond engagement rings  for the first time in my life. I ended up buying a nice 1ct round solitaire from an Oklahoma City jeweler and shortly after I went on to proposeto my girlfriend while strolling together on the Riverwalk in San Antonio Texas. I was 23, I had just finished college and was living in Oklahoma City at the time with no idea that in less than 3 months my fiance and I would no longer be together, the engagement ring would be sent back to me and I would be living in New York with no desire to get engaged any time in the near future.

She was the oldest daughter of 18 kids and it wasn’t until we finally got engaged that it struck me to wonder why she had so many siblings. In actuality I already knew, but I was too blind in my determination to cross the finish line, get married and start a family to even consider why her family had decided to have so many kids. I’ll make a note here and simply mention that we were both bible believing Christians however, her folks had adopted a firmer more rigid appraisal on the proliferation of babies than my parents had, and so after long discussions on the matter of our future reproduction it became clear to me that my fiance was very much the daughter, in ALL ways, of her parents. There would be no dictating or controlling the womb!

We sat together in a park in downtown Houston and I made my concerns known to her. Frankly I didn’t want as many kids as nature would allow, but rather, I wanted a small more controllable brood of about 3 to 5 kids. We deliberated and her parents got involved. There was no bending and we agreed to call it off. I left Texas and eventually moved away from Oklahoma (the city of proximity) and returned to the state of my birth. Two months after I arrived in New York my mother called to let me know that a package had arrived for me. when I opened it there was a solitary solitaire in a jewelry box; no note, just the ring.

I still have the ring and I have been happily married for two year now. Prior to getting engaged I let it slip that I was one step ahead of the game since I already had an engagement ring! Upon hearing that I planned to recycle my old engagement ring my girlfriend at the time threatend to send me packing; she didn’t even want to see it! “The very idea!”  she said, “makes me sick!”

J.A.ROE

I read a story recently about a volunteer fire fighter in upstate New York who was going to propose to his girlfriend one night but was abruptly called to a fire at a local wooded park. Apparently in a moment of showing duty over desire he shoved the ring into his pocket, called his girlfriend to cancel dinner, turned his car around and went to fight the blaze. Evidently while he and his fellow fire fighters were in the midst of putting out the fire the engagement ring fell out of his pocket and disappeared.

You can imagine the disappointment he felt upon learning that the ring he was planning on giving to his girlfriend was lost somewhere amidst the soggy charred timbers of the park forest.

When his fellow firefighters found out that he had lost his ring they took up a collection from all the other fire departments in the state! When it was all said and done they were able to collect enough money for him to upgrade to a ring twice the size of his previous one. So after looking at all the diamond engagement rings available he chose a 2ct solitaire which was up from the 3 quarter carat stone that he previously purchased and he got engaged the same that the new ring arrived. The only other change was where he popped the question. Instead of the restaurant where he had originally planned to propose he instead had they entire volunteer fire department present at the fire house when he brought her in for the big surprise.

Like a band of brothers, this gritty gang of fire fighters came to the rescue of not just some citizen in distress but this time it was one of their own, and last I heard they all were present on the big day.

J.A.ROE