August 9, 2026
On one of the warmest days so far of this summer a plunge into the cool water of Nantucket Sound for a bit of catch, Dan started on experience that no married person wishes to endure. He lost his wedding band in the surf. Hours of visually searching the sandy bottom did not uncover the ring. Dan’s sister was doing a bit of searching herself, but her time was not under water, but on the internet where she located TheRingFinders.com and ultimately my phone number and me. Kimberly called me and within a few minutes I had all the information I needed about the ring and a place I could park.
About an hour later I met Kimberly, got my gear ready and was heading down the path to the beach where I met Dan and the rest of the party. Unusual, but of great help, everyone pretty much agreed on the area where the ring would have been lost. So I was off to the right side of a buoy and started covering the area in rows perpendicular to the sandy beach. At the far side of the area without finding the ring I turned 90 degrees and started searching rows parallel to the beach. Again after covering the area I expanded the area in all four directions, again nothing. It was time to search in rows diagonally to the original box.
The tide was now on the rise and the increasing wind brought in higher waves. But I felt more comfortable as I was now waist deep in the water, one bit of the initial information I was given. After about three hours of searching, the party on the sand was packing up and I was running out of area I had not covered. Dan came to me and thanked me for my efforts as he was also leaving the beach. Well all that I was going to do as a last effort for the afternoon was to make four passes from the sand where Dan entered and exited the water before he noticed the ring was not on his finger.
Pass one, nothing. Pass two, nothing. Pass three nothing and then pass four I was heading in when a wave knocked me off balance and interrupted my swing pattern. When I started my swing pattern again there was a signal that I had to dig. YES, a ring in my scoop it looked like the ring I had been searching for during the past 4 hours.
There was only one person left on the beach and that was Mark, Dan’s father. Mark could not positively identify the ring and texted the news to those that had made it back to the house. We made the walk to the parking area, the ring was identified and Dan and Jennifer had been called back as they had left the area just seconds before the ring was identified.
Kimberly was the last to join the group, missing all the Thank-Yous, hugs, hand shakes and pictures. In my thoughts, I knew Kimberly was the real hero in having found a real Ring Finder to get the ring back where it was meant to be.
I have to believe the entire family of beach goers can really pull together, are well organized and a fun loving family. Yes one of the best groups I have had the pleasure of helping through a tough time of one of their own. I have to thank everyone of them for making me feel as one of them.
