Apple Watch in Robert Moses State Park lost, but not without trace

Last summer my cousins ​​from Canada visited, so my niece, Imani and I decided to take them to the beach. It was one of these perfect summer days in Robert Moses State Park – clear sky and enough sun so that they forget their worries. My family and I were ready for an urgently needed day of the beach.

When we found a place to lay out our ceiling and open our umbrella, the feeling of sand between my toes and the crash of the Atlantic made the visit much more pleasant. But the day took a turn that no one had expected.

After a few hours on the beach we packed and drove home to Farmingville. I just started relaxing when I saw my hand and realized that something was missing: my apple guard!

I had lost it before I went to the ocean to make it safe and kept it in my pocket. Or so I thought.

My heart sank. The watch could not be found anywhere. Then my quick-thinking 13-year-old niece said to me: “Aunt, you know that you can use the find my app, right?”

She was right. I reached for my cell phone and surely enough, the small symbol blinked back – from Robert Moses State Park. But what were the chances that I would find it? And was it worth the 45-minute ride in traffic to learn that it was actually gone?

Without waste, Imani and I returned to the beach and started combing the area to trace every step back. It felt a bit like looking for this needle in a haystack. I knew that the chances of finding my watch were almost none.

Suddenly I discovered a few members of the crew nearby and decided to ask for help.

I didn't expect much, but the staff couldn't have been more helpful. They stopped what they were doing and immediately followed me to continue my search. One of the boys even asked the providers on the beach and what they know – he came back with the clock. Success! I remember his words so clearly: “Is that your watch?”

There it was – sure and sounded in his hand.

One stranger had found it in the sand, and instead of putting it or looking in the other direction, this person gave it to a nearby provider if the owner came – this owner was.

Within a few hours after the realization that it was gone, it was now on the wrist again. I was thrilled. I wanted to hug him, but instead gave him a big thank you.

This day could easily have ended. Instead, it became a memory of the friendliness that still exists in humans.

From imanis fast thinking to the efforts of the beach team and a good Samaritan who did the right thing – Long Islander appeared to a large extent for me.

It was not just a lost watch that showed up. I also found a sense of community.

 Readers Mishka Fox lives in Farmingville.