Seeing A Family Ring On A Waitress s Finger, The LeBron James Asked Just One Question And When
LeBron James sat at the head of the table in the dimly lit room of the Oakwood Grill, his usual spot. The evening should have been perfect—business deals, talks about endorsements, everything was supposed to fall into place. Yet, his mind kept drifting. It wasn’t the contracts on the table that had his attention; it was a young waitress named Megan Collins who had served him and his partners earlier that evening.
Megan approached the table with a tray in hand, but it was the glint of something on her finger that immediately seized LeBron’s attention—a family ring. He recognized it instantly: the intricate design, the twisting platinum branches, the tiny diamonds and sapphires scattered like morning dew. It was unmistakable. The ring had been passed down through his family for generations. His great-grandfather had worn it, then his father, and now LeBron himself was supposed to carry it. But there it was, on the finger of a stranger.
Without thinking, LeBron’s hand shot out, grabbing Megan’s wrist and pulling her close. “Where did you get that ring?” His voice was low, but the intensity was unmistakable. Megan flinched, pulling back instinctively, her eyes wide with surprise. “What? Let go of me,” she exclaimed, trying to free herself from his grip. But LeBron’s hold didn’t loosen; his eyes were locked on the ring, and everything else—the conversation, the noise in the restaurant—faded away.
“That ring—it’s ours. It belongs to my family,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “How did it end up on your finger?”
Megan blinked, clearly confused and now visibly shaken. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s just a ring.”
“A gift,” LeBron interjected, his grip tightening. “This is no ordinary ring. It’s a family heirloom. There’s no way you could have it unless you know something about it. Tell me where you got it.”
Megan’s face grew pale, and she looked around nervously. “Please, I need to work,” she said, her voice trembling. “I don’t want any trouble. Please let me go.” Reluctantly, LeBron let go of her wrist, but his mind was spinning. Megan quickly stepped away, almost running back into the busy restaurant. He watched her go, his heart pounding in his chest. That ring—the connection was too strong to ignore. This wasn’t just a coincidence. But why was she wearing it, and how did it end up in her hands?
Later that evening, as the business discussions dragged on, LeBron couldn’t concentrate. The deal seemed distant, irrelevant. All he could think about was that ring and Megan’s strange reaction. He had to know more. He couldn’t just let it go.
After the meeting, he excused himself and made his way to the restaurant’s manager. “Where is the waitress?” he asked abruptly. The manager, a middle-aged man, raised an eyebrow. “She’s in the back.”
“Why?” LeBron pressed.
“I need to speak with her now,” he insisted. Minutes later, Megan emerged from the back, and LeBron wasted no time. “Tell me where you got that ring,” he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.
Megan looked at him with a mix of confusion and fear. “What is this? What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“Tell me everything,” LeBron pressed. “Where did you get it? Who gave it to you?”
Megan took a step back, glancing over her shoulder toward the kitchen as if looking for a way out. “It’s just a ring. It’s no big deal,” she said, but LeBron could see the panic in her eyes.
“Who gave it to you?” he repeated, his tone insistent.
Megan hesitated, her face softening with an almost imperceptible sadness. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It’s just a family heirloom. I didn’t think it mattered.”
LeBron stared at her, searching her eyes for any hint of the truth. Something was off. The ring had been in his family for generations; it meant more than she seemed to understand. It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was part of his legacy. He wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers without understanding the full story.
“I need you to tell me everything. This isn’t just some trinket, Megan. It’s my family’s history. Please, just tell me,” he urged.
But Megan, terrified now, pulled away. “I can’t. I can’t do this,” she muttered, her voice breaking. “I have to go. Please, just leave me alone.”
Unable to let it go, LeBron took matters into his own hands. Over the next few days, he used his resources and connections to track down Megan. He found her address, learned about her background, and most disturbingly, discovered that she had been living in a run-down apartment on the outskirts of the city. The more he dug, the more questions arose. There was something familiar about Megan’s history—something LeBron couldn’t quite place.
Finally, he tracked her down to a small coffee shop. This time, he wasn’t going to let her run away. When he arrived, he sat at a corner table, waiting for her. As she walked in, his heart skipped a beat—she was wearing the ring again.
“Megan?” he said, standing as she approached. “We need to talk.”
She hesitated, looking around nervously. “About the ring again?” she asked, her voice strained.
“Yes,” LeBron replied firmly. “I know you’re scared, but I’m not going to let this go. Please, tell me where you got it.”
Megan sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I’m not supposed to say, but fine. It was a gift—a gift from someone I knew a long time ago. He was… he was a part of my life.”
LeBron sat down across from her, leaning forward. “Who was he?”
Megan swallowed hard. “He was someone important. Someone I never expected to meet. His name was Victor.”
The name hit LeBron like a brick. He had known a Victor many years ago—a man who had been close to his family. But why was Megan involved with him, and what did she know about the ring?
“What do you mean, Victor?” LeBron asked, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “Where did you know him from?”
LeBron James breaks Michael Jordan’s unbelievable record
“King James” scored 27 points in the 107-102 win over the Pelicans, extending his streak to 867 consecutive games scoring 10 or more points – the longest streak in NBA history.
The old record of 866 games was set by Michael Jordan in 2001. At that time, almost no one believed that this record would be broken.
The person who surpassed Jordan is LeBron James, the star who idolized Jordan as a child. James has scored double digits in 867 consecutive games, after contributing 27 points in the Cleveland Cavaliers’ 107-102 win over the New Orleans Pelicans this morning.
“This record means a lot, not just to me,” James said. “I dedicate it to my family, to the kids who find inspiration in me. Keep going, and one day you will make it.”
The last time James scored less than 10 points was 11 years ago, when he scored eight points in a win over the Milwaukee Bucks in January 2007. Before that, it took Michael Jordan 16 years to set the old record.
Third on the list is another legend, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar with 787 games. Among active players, James Harden is second to James in this regard. The bearded star has 257 consecutive games scoring 10 or more points.
James’ record is even more deserved, as in 867 consecutive games scoring over 10 points, he has scored over 40 points in 158 games and under 20 points in only 79 games. With his current form, James is likely to increase his own record.
The Cleveland Cavaliers are now guaranteed a playoff spot this season. James’ team has 46 wins and 30 losses, ranking third in the Eastern Conference.