|A dramatic re-enactment|
of Gary looking for the ring.
So I've got to give full props to Gary Gaddist, a rubbish man in New York, who voluntarily went and hunted through mountains of refuse so he could find a woman's lost diamond ring. How sweet is that! He didn't even know her, and he was willing to rifle through bag after bag of other people's rotting takeaway, festering nappies and god knows what else, just so he could get back the diamond ring her husband gave her.
You, Garry, are an awesome person! And as such, I'd like to offer you the Official Seal of Awesomeness! I fully believe that behaviour like this should be encouraged, if for no other reason than that I'm selfish. If other people are doing things like this, it mean I don't have to.
See, I like to think I'm a pretty good person, but I don't think I could be that selfless. Sure, I'd sympathise with the woman, I'd feel bad for her, but I'd probably leave it at that. I don't think I'd actually volunteer to hunt through all that bacterial laden garbage on the very slim chance that I might, possibly, if I'm really really lucky, get her ring back for her. There ain't enough anti-bacterial wipes in the world to make that happen!
|He found the precious!|
But all this talk of lost rings and searching reminds me of something ... I can't help wondering if he scampered around that rubbish tip looking for the ring, rifling through the piles, muttering, "The precious! We must finds the precious!"
I really, really hope he did.
1. I'd like to state that this comment was made for comedic effect. I'm sure Gary is delightfully scented and completely bacteria free.