Last summer, my husband and I were visiting our children in California. I took my granddaughter, Meaghan – a rising junior at Chico State, to lunch and shopping for a little one-on-one time.
We ate lunch at Chili’s and then went to Kohl’s. After finding some tops she liked, we went back to the house. I looked down at my hand and noticed the diamond was gone from my wedding ring. We searched the house with a flashlight, looking under sofas and down the sink traps.
I called Chili’s and asked them to check where we sat for lunch, and then I called Kohl’s, got the assistant manager and told her which dressing room we were in. She said that she would look before the cleaning crew came.
I was really distressed – not so much by the cost, but by what the ring meant. (This is a second marriage for both my husband and me. My first husband died of a heart attack; his wife died of cancer. We met through friends in 1995 and married in 1997.) I knew it was a lost cause. But within half an hour, the assistant manager at Kohl’s called and said, “I have your diamond. It was glittering on the carpet in that dressing room.”
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I walked into the store with $100 in my hand as a reward. She said she could not take a reward because it was her job to do all she could for her customers. All I could do was to thank her.
When I tried to tell someone in Kohl’s corporate office what a wonderful person she was, it was difficult to get a human to talk to. Finally, I got an address and wrote to someone to say how well I was treated. I haven’t gotten a response, so I’m saying a public thanks to the Kohl’s angel in California. Peggy Martin Halsch, Wilkesboro