“My grandpa made me this ring when nothing else helped.”
Now he’s gifting the last few to anyone who needs a little calm.
I’ve dealt with anxiety for years.
Therapy, apps, breathing techniques... I tried it all. But somehow, I always ended up biting my nails till they hurt. It became this cycle I couldn’t break. Until one day, my grandpa sat me down and said:
“You can’t fix anxiety with force, sweetheart. But you can give your hands something gentle to do when your head is racing.”
A few days later, he handed me a little ring he made in his old workshop. It had a smooth spinning band, just something to fidget with when I felt anxious. And for the first time, I didn’t bite. I breathed. I paused. I felt calm.
When Grandpa saw how much the ring helped me stop biting my nails, he didn’t say much, just gave me a knowing look, disappeared into his workshop, and made a few more.
You should know, he wasn’t just a hobbyist.
He spent over 40 years as a professional jeweler.
The kind who worked with his hands, not machines.
He always said:
“Jewelry should feel like it belongs to someone
before they even wear it.”
So he crafted a couple more rings, the same way he always had, and gave them to people close to me.
One to my best friend, who picks at her skin when she’s overwhelmed.
Another to my cousin, who kept having panic attacks before class presentations.
He never charged them. Never bragged.
He’d just hand over the ring and say something like:
“Here. Let your fingers do the thinking when your head’s too loud.”
Before packing away his tools for good, he made one final batch.
Not to sell. Not for business
Just to help someone, maybe you, get through the day a little easier.
Handmade in Grandpa’s Workshop
Smooth, calming spinning band
Each comes in a soft pouch with one last note from Grandpa
No two rings are the same, just like the people they help
Grandpa’s Note:
