As a student of behavior, it’s great to make sweeping generalizations inspiring others.
On the other hand, it’s impossible to ignore details that muddy up one’s life.
This is one of those diddly details. I’m trying to make the best of it, and use it as a lesson for staying on track and being a good STUDENT of behavior, instead of a VICTIM.
For our 25th anniversary, and for Valentines, and for her 50th birthday, and for recognizing neutron stars, I wanted to do something very special for my wife in solid gold. That’s total gold. 24 carat. No extra ingredients.
Jewelers don’t like pure gold because it’s very soft. But I wanted pure gold in a very special shape. Not only because it was a special occasion with special math involved (halves and all that), but also because physicists and chemists had figured out where gold comes from.
Colliding neutron stars. Cool, huh? So all the gold on Earth started out as space dust spewed out from a couple of neutron stars that couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Now, four years ago when I did this, it was only a partial theory than generally accepted physics, because there was no evidence. Then, only last year, we got evidence. Three huge telescopes that are set up to measure gravity waves recorded the collision of two neutron stars. Bang. Gold! And a whole lot of other heavy elements.
Back to me and the jeweler. I asked them to make this. They were local, they were nice, and they did it. Cost a lot. My bride was very happy. She always is. Heck I could have made it out of steel and she would have been just as happy.
Fast forward four years. The jeweler has moved. My wife is taking out the jewelry, and guess what? It’s tarnished. What? She tries to remove the tarnish, and it doesn’t come off.
Gold doesn’t tarnish. I’m feeling, angry, anguished, cheated, vengeful, disappointed, angry again, depressed, and trapped. Angry with them, angry with myself. How could I have allowed this to happen?
I’ll go to another jeweler and get it checked. I’ll go to a lawyer and see what my options are. But my guess is that the money is gone, along with my friendly jeweler.
What’s the lesson? I’ll let you help me figure it out. The bigger point is that I can’t let it get to me. My wife is still happy, she always will be. The money is still gone, and it’s unlikely to come back.
At least this life’s lesson, this life event, can live on the internets so that others may be able to learn from it before it happens to them.
Learning. That’s what being a student is all about. I just wish it didn’t have to be so darn expensive.