I could not make this story up about loss, love and the laws of gravity.
Have you ever misplaced something incredibly precious to you and, in some strange turn of events, have it find its way back to you?
The day had started badly after I fell off a catwalk stage in front of 400 people.
Yes. That would be a terrible day in anyone’s book, I would think.
I was trudging around awkwardly on the catwalk, trying to pretend to be a model and show off the gorgeous silk dresses as part of a charity lunch for Mix FM’s Give Me Five For Kids, when I fell off the stage.
And landed with a thud.
And ended with a banged-up knee.
And quiet tears of humiliation.
I ran to a green room where my friend promptly put a cold ice pack on my knee and an even colder glass of bubbles in my hand.
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How do real models make it look so easy to saunter along with resting-bitch faces and give out those aloof vibes and make the clothing look so great?
They do all this while no doubt being hungry.
While reliving my dreadful stage dive, I drove to Noosa where I was working.
Things started to look up as I stood with my toes in the soft sand.
Whales jumped out of the water off Main Beach on sunset.
I looked down to see my engagement ring was missing its square green stone.
I felt sick.
I frantically started looking in the sand for the lost stone and then my brain kicked into gear and I wondered if I had lost it when my unco body fell off that cursed stage.
I rang my husband, bordering on hysterical over the fact I had lost my most important and most beloved heirloom that was destined to be our daughter’s one day.
Hubby of the Year went back to the RSL, where the fundraiser was still going, with many of the people now loudly heralding in Friday night.
My beautiful friends Mark and Caroline from the radio station announced on stage that I had lost my treasured green stone from my engagement ring and apparently a very merry group of legendary locals started an emu parade looking for it.
A lady named Angie from Warana found it and shouted out with glee before dropping it in my husband’s hands.
I am meant to own that stone.
Angie, you rock star, thank you.
So, my future holds a new ring setting with my dearly loved and clearly lucky stone.
And no more modelling.
Sami Muirhead is a radio announcer, blogger and commentator. For more from Sami, tune into Mix FM
