No High School ring but I had a US Army ring. One day while in the tower on the firing range, I was standing with my hand on the window frame when the four foot wide window slammed on my hand. The ring kept the window from chopping my finger off. It was bent and had to be cut off but my finger was just bruised. I was going to get a Special Forces ring to replace it but never did.
I wore a wedding ring in Vietnam. One dark and rainy night, standing in a flooded rice paddy in Cambodia, I wiped some mud off my hand and felt the ring fly off. Due to being much leaner than I was when I arrived in country, the ring was a bit loose. I filcked on my flashlight and miraculously there in the beam about 5 ft away, sat my ring on a tiny clump of mud sticking out of the water. I retrieved it and placed it on my dog tag chain for the duration of my tour.
While at the beach in the 70s my wife’s little sister accidently pulled the ring off my hand into the ocean, never to be seen again. My wife got me another one. I lost that one scuba diving. She said, “That’s it dude. No more rings for you” She got me another one about 10 years later. Haven’t lost that one yet.
I have a few nice Navajo silver rings. I wear one when we go out on the town sometimes.