I was downtown today in the middle of running some errands when my eye caught my left hand, and I noticed I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring.

I was crushed. I don’t always wear my wedding ring, but I make a point of always wearing it when I leave the house. I stretched out my fingers and looked again: Nope, not there.

I stopped for a cup of coffee with my parents, and a glint caught my eye. The ring was on my finger!  I stretched out my fingers and looked again: Yes, it was there. I spun it around and around. It was real, and it was there on my finger.

I was dumbfounded.

I can think of only two explanations: either I somehow stared directly at my hand and overlooked the ring, or I am a wizard.

I consider both explanations to be equally plausible.


  1. my Mind's Eye | Pablo Cuzco

    Two words: Mandela Affect! Haha

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    • I had to look it up, but that could be what happened. But I’m not ready to give up on the Wizard thing yet. 😉

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      • my Mind's Eye | Pablo Cuzco

        The Wizard idea makes more sense!


  2. wow! sooo cool!


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