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A Gift
from My Father
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when he said, “I don’t like it. There’s one in this other case
I want you to see.” He took me by the arm and led me over
to the most elegant ring section in the shop. I had glanced
at the rings in that case, but had quickly realized they were
too expensive.
Pointing to a particular ring, Dad said, “I believe this ring
was made just for you.” As I began to protest, the clerk quickly
removed the ring from the case and handed it to me. Dad
encouraged me, “Try it on.”
I slipped it on my finger; it was a perfect fit. Never before
had I seen a ring that danced with such light and beauty. The
ring was crafted with a wide, striated gold band containing
a small diamond, and brilliant blue sapphires nestled them-
selves around the centerpiece. Though I loved it immediately, I
twisted it off my finger, mumbled concerns about the expense
and handed it over to the disappointed clerk.
I then looked into my father’s beautiful green eyes, saw
them brimming with tears and saw the pure love that was on
his face. He smiled ever so tenderly, took my hand and said,
“This ring is my gift of love to you. Whenever you wear it,
wherever you are in life, always remember that your father
loves you.”
As I accepted his “gift of love,” my heart began to soften.
At that moment, memories of my teen years full of stormy
arguments with Dad and painful recollections were forgiven.
The little girl inside of me, the one longing to be loved and
accepted by her daddy, faced her father in that moment with
an indescribable joy filling her heart. The ring became a sym-
bol to me of Dad’s love and of our family’s healing. The as-
surance of his love, sealed forever in my heart, was covering
the deep wounds I had carried since my teens. This was the
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