I have a small, bronze coloured stone. It’s really a pebble, and it is the size and shape of a thimble that I have kept in my pocket for years. I can’t remember when I first found it and vowed to keep it.
I once lost it for a couple of years and then found it again in the pocket of a well worn corduroy jacket I had misplaced for a while.
The same stone helped me turn around a job interview that was going particularly bad. I pulled the stone and a paper clip (that I was also keeping at the time) from my pocket and placed it on the desk. My interviewers looked up at me with renewed interest.
I once showed the pebble to my wife. And she left me soon after. I don’t think it had anything to do with the pebble, but I’m not sure.