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In Response to Re: Memoir Prompt July 2013; When bad becomes good.:
To quote the Mother Abbess in The Sound Of Music, “When God closes a door He opens a Window,” I cannot tell you the number of times it has happened to me. Here is just one small example.
A number of years ago and I found a beautiful single strand of pearls at the Flea Market. They were a bargain at $70.00. I told the lady I wanted them but I didn’t have that much cash on me and would she take a check?
“No,” she said, “I never take checks.”
“But,” I explained, “I never carry that much cash on me.” She continued to refuse me even though I showed her all my I.D.
Finally, she said she would be at the Flea Market the following week and would bring the pearls with her. Then if I came back with the money, I could have them. I gave her my address and phone number and said “O.K, I would do that and would see her next week.”
All week long I dreamed about those pearls and the next week I was back with the cash, but she was nowhere to be found. I scoured that Flea market for hours but she simply wasn’t there. Finally, with my day ruined, I went home but I never forgot how that lady had lied to me.
Several years later, I was again at the Flea Market, (I went nearly every week.) I came across a booth and in with a pile of other things, I saw a beautiful strand of pearls. I inquired of the man who was there about the price. He said he didn’t know but the lady who owned that table had gone to the refreshment stand and would be right back. Trust me, I didn’t move and she didn’t return for at least fifteen minutes. When she did come back, I told her that I wanted to see the pearls, trying my best to sound bored and uninterested, of course. They were a single strand of well matched, perfect pearls and all about 8mm. Furthermore, they were far and away better than the other pearls I had been unsuccessful in buying. I asked the price and she said $20.00. I continued to act bored and allowed her to “sell” them to me but I never let them out of my hand. Finally, I agreed to her price and floated on air for the rest of the day.
I took the pearls to my friend who dealt in Estate jewelry and after telling her the story, she laughed and said, “Shelia, you stole them. Conservatively, they are worth at least $600.00.”
Today, they are as beautiful as ever and I smile a bit smugly every time I wear them.
Posted by sppook
I enjoyed reading your post. Sometimes we are disappointed because things don't go the way we expected until we see that something good is happening in our life as a result of what we thought was bad.
Perhaps the first strand of pearls you wanted so bad were not really worth the amount of money the woman wanted. I am glad to hear the ones you bought later on are still as beautiful as when you bought them. I don't know anything about pearls, but probably they are worth more now. The main thing is that you are happy with them.