On a ring.
Scratched.
Tarnished somewhat.
It matters not to most.
It matters all to me.
For it tells an almost unbelievable story.
No, it will not be shared here.
But it has made me lose my breath on three occasions.
Once, when it was presented to me.
The second, when the story was told.
And the third, when I finally understood.
Unable to breathe...
