Back to the earring. It wasn't just any earring. It had been my maternal grandmother's; an aunt gave it to me after I had my ears pierced, midway through high school. To this day I don't know she chose me as recipient. I have lots of female cousins, and I'm not the oldest even. I was given two pairs of earrings and they are very precious to me. I barely remember my grandmother, since she died before my third birthday.
I had a strong feeling that it had fallen off at work and told the other staff members, even pasting a note to the cash register.
Actually, I wasn't upset. I kept saying "kappora," and told people that I have no doubt that my grandmother is taking care of me and my family, which is more important than her earring. It was a strange feeling, because I was sad at the thought of not having it. I have been wearing that earring for almost half a century. Yes, I'm old.
The following day when I got on the bus to go home from Jerusalem, I saw a cellphone on the seat. I decided to give it to the driver. He would bring it to the Egged "Lost and Found," which in Hebrew is called "Returning Lost Items." There's a mitzvah, Torah law to make every effort to return a lost item. The concept of "finders keepers, losers weepers" is not Jewish and even forbidden.
Yesterday when I entered the store, I was greeted with:
"We have your earring."
Apparently a customer saw it on the floor and brought it to the desk. It was all wrapped up and waiting for me. I had kept that "third hole" empty for work, even though I have lots of earrings to wear. It was waiting, apparently, for that one, my grandmother's.