What happens when a wedding ring accidentally gets packed in a cardboard box? Read one ring's trip from the Tiny Box Company warehouse in Uckfield all the way to Kidderminster...

How did I end up here?

I never expected to end up in a cardboard box, tucked between tissue paper and some fabulous Tiny Box packaging. Just a few days ago, I was snug on the finger of my owner, catching the light as he moved boxes and sealed packages in the warehouse. And then? And then, I ended up on a journey to who-knows-where, thanks to an accidental slip and a misplaced hand during a busy packing session.

Let me introduce myself properly. I am a simple gold wedding ring, shiny and well-loved. My owner - Derek - has worn me for years. I’ve been there for every shift and coffee break, tapped against the edge of tables and clicked against keyboards, watching all the goings on in the Tiny Box Company warehouse.

But then, something went wrong. One moment, Derek was packing an order, moving fast and working with rhythmic efficiency. And then - slip! I slid right off, tumbling into the folds of tissue paper. Before I knew what was happening, the box was sealed, labelled, and sent off on its way. My fate was out of his hands, quite literally. 

The journey was strange - I was wedged in the corner of the box, packed in tightly amongst the tissue paper. Panic set in and stories of lost jewellery ending up being thrown away filled my mind. What would happen to me? Would I be lost? Would I ever see Derek again?

Finally, I landed on a doorstep far from home - Kidderminster, it turns out - but I didn’t realise where I was at all until the box opened and it wasn’t Derek standing there. Instead, I caught a glint of light as someone rummaged through the packaging, their fingers brushing against me before they lifted me into view. That’s when I saw her: a customer, but not just any customer.

She was a bride-to-be, unpacking a delivery of gift boxes for her bridal party. She had just set the date for her wedding and was looking for one box in particular - the maid of honour box - so she could ask that all-important question. Her name was Charlene, and as she was searching, she spotted me, wedged in my corner, where I was hoping against all hope that I wasn’t about to slip through a crack and be lost forever.

Questions filled her mind: Where had I come from? Did I belong to a delivery driver? How old was I? Charlene thought my owner would be a newlywed, but when she called Tiny Box Company to see if I belonged to anyone there, she discovered that I was over 20 years old.

I dread to think what could have been if Charlene hadn’t spotted me, if that one special box she needed first hadn’t been packed at the very bottom, right beside where I lay. Had she just taken the boxes out one by one, she might never have found me at all, and I could have been lost forever. But after a simple phone call, arrangements were made to send me on another journey - this time, back home.

It’s funny, isn’t it? How even the smallest things, when lost, can find their way back where they belong. I may just be a ring, but I am proof that kindness, honesty, and a just little bit of luck can turn a mistake into a heartwarming story.

And if I ever do go missing again - well, at least I know there’s always a chance of being found.

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