“Your wedding ring is in bad shape,” I said to Mike as he drove the car.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
I grabbed his hand as he switched hands on the steering wheel. I twisted the ring and inspected it as I explained. “It’s missing 3 of the 5 tiny diamonds, and the shape that used to be in the gold has completely worn flat.”
“I am not a gentle guy,” Mike answered. “I’m just happy I haven’t broken it somehow.”
“True,” I agreed. “But, maybe it is time to get you a new one.”
Mike drove several blocks in deep thought before simply saying, “No.”
“No?” I asked. “Why not?”
“This ring is just like me – missing the pretty parts, worn down, but still standing for something. It’s a perfect representation.”
(I’m still getting him a new one)