I thought the worst part of my week was scraping together $60 for a used washing machine so my three kids could have clean clothes. Instead, that purchase turned into a moment that forced me to decide who I wanted to be. When the washer clanked during its first test run, I reached inside expecting a loose bolt—and pulled out a diamond ring engraved with a promise that clearly belonged to someone else.
In that instant, every practical thought flashed through my mind. But so did my kids’ faces, watching closely to see what their dad would do. Returning the ring wasn’t easy.