A year ago, my Secret Santa coworker Sarah gifted me a silver ring with a tiny emerald. We were friendly, so I wore it often. After a year, I noticed a groove and twisted it open—revealing a hidden note: “Keep going.”
Confused, I asked Sarah. She smiled: “Some words find us when we need them most.” I laughed it off, but they lingered.
I was struggling—overwhelmed at work, purposeless, lonely. The ring became my anchor, a reminder someone believed in me.
I wore it as quiet encouragement. When doubt hit, I’d twist it and recall: Keep going. I started small—walks, journaling, goals.
One lunch, I thanked Sarah. She confessed her own hard year; the ring passed forward encouragement she’d received.
Now, life’s brighter. Challenges remain, but hope arrives in tiny forms: a silver ring, an emerald, two hidden words. Kindness, quietly given, can transform a journey.
