Once long ago, when I was addicted to having a watch on my wrist, I forgot to put mine on and headed out on a vacation. My first stop was the beach at Carmel and even as I was lamenting about the fact that I was wristwatchless, guess what swept up on the shore right in front of me? It wasn't a Rolex, but it was a very nice watch. It was waterproof and running perfect time. I wore it for the rest of that trip and for quite a few years thereafter. Sometimes things like that happen. If I ever lose something special, I hope that it falls into the hands of someone just like me.
The last thing I lost was my cell phone. How embarrassing! I replaced it with a much nicer one and was ever so glad to have lost it in the long run, but it was rather irresponsible. Sometimes phones have personal stuff on them that could fall into the wrong hands. This one didn't, and anyway it turned up about three months later. I had put it inside an eyeglass case in my suitcase. Now I am wondering where those eyeglasses went.