As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.
The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline–1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John” letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him. It was signed, Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
“Operator,” I began, “this is an unusual request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?”
She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the number.” She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. “I have a party who will speak with you.”
I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!”
“Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked.
“I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter.”
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?
Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, “Yes, Hannah is staying with us. ”
Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. “Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television.”
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.
She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, “Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael.”
She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, “I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.”
“Yes,” she continued. “Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael…”
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, “Was the old lady able to help you?”
I told him she had given me a lead. “At least I have a last name. But I think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet.”
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute! That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He’s always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.”
“Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake.
“He’s one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.” I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He’s a darling old man.”
We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is missing!”
“This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?”
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.”
“No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet.”
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. “You read that letter?”
“Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.”
He suddenly grew pale. “Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he begged.
“She’s fine…just as pretty as when you knew her.” I said softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, “Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow.” He grabbed my hand and said, “You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I’ve always loved her.”
“Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.”
We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.
“Hannah,” she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. “Do you know this man?”
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn’t say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, “Hannah, it’s Michael. Do you remember me?”
She gasped, “Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!”
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.
“See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will be.”
About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. “Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!”
It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall.
They made me their best man. The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.
A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
24 Comments
Brenda Miyake
That was a beautiful story. Very uplifting.
01 Jul 2010 05:07 pm
Charel
Oh, I love stories like this! God is so perfect and He knows I’m a lovebug for true love stories! God bless you for writing it and God bless Hannah and Michael!
01 Jul 2010 11:07 pm
Lynette
Love always wins in the end! Wow, thank you Lord.
02 Jul 2010 03:07 am
Marie Abeyratne
Thank you for the lovely storey – God is Love – There is God when there is true love – How true.
Thank you. May God Bless you.
Marie Abeyratne
02 Jul 2010 09:07 am
kathleen guial
lovely ..it reminds me of the movie.the notebook…god works in ways we never see!
04 Jul 2010 01:07 pm
maine209
What a beautiful love story. My eyes were so full of tears of joy that I couldn’t see the words to finish reading the story.I had to wipe my eyes a few times before I could finish reading it. Thank you for starting my day of with so much joy.
05 Jul 2010 03:07 pm
Nosisa
Wow The story of a donkey is wonderful,encouraging and has changed the way Iwas thinking about my life at work.Thank you very much.
05 Jul 2010 03:07 pm
Filmmaker
I would like to meet person and buy the rights to make a movie 🙂
05 Jul 2010 05:07 pm
V. Chacko
The story shows that Gods plan will come to pass even if it crosses time and human expectations. God be glorified.
06 Jul 2010 08:07 am
Watch Supernatural
Thanks for the post.
06 Jul 2010 05:07 pm
cartucce plotter
Hello, thank you very much for this post, cheers
07 Jul 2010 04:07 pm
Frik
Thanx. A beatiful posting. 60 years is a long time in any human’s life. In God’s calendar it’s a mere fleeting moment. I agree with Filmmaker that it will make a wondrous movie. Hope to see it soon…
07 Jul 2010 07:07 pm
Teresa Gazul
This is the most touching story I ever read about in my life, and I only wish I had a love so pure as this…perhaps I may still experience one like this…my days are not over yet!
08 Jul 2010 03:07 pm
carmen musni
” What a beautiful story”
Roy, you are one of a kind person!!!
I loved it…(-_-)
hoping, you find my wallet too.. lol
08 Jul 2010 07:07 pm
Gene
What a great love story. My mother (may she rest in peace) always told me that if it’s meant to be, then it will happen no matter how much time passes. She always said trust in the Lord and He will never let you down. She also used to tell me that the Lord has three answers. 1., Yes, 2., No and 3., Not right now. Thanks for sharing this story with us. Now I have to go get a dry hankie. God Bless you.
08 Jul 2010 09:07 pm
Annamarie
OMG, l still have tears running down my face, and want to thank you so much for making me realize that age doesn’t matter, and that l must continue helping my 89 yr old mother visit with her 91 yr old friend, dear LORD, how we take things for granted.
THANK YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH
09 Jul 2010 12:07 am
Jacqui
What a lovely story, its wonderful that there are a few people that are still willing to help without wanting some thing in return. God does move in mysterious ways..Thank you for all of these stories it makes life easier to cope with when you have faith. Day by day in every way, with Gods help things are getting better and better
09 Jul 2010 08:07 am
Rose
What a very lovely, encouraging, love story. When it is meant to be , it will happen no matter how long! Thank God for these beautiful stories.
11 Jul 2010 01:07 am
Dot Kuku
LOVE IS THE GREATEST !!!
11 Jul 2010 10:07 am
Jess
As I browse the article, found myself in teary eyes because it touch me so much. It seems the reflection of myself being in love with someone who dear to me. He will be the man that I want to be with for the rest of my life. That’s why I would like to thank GOD for giving me the chance to express my sincere feelings. I believe having strong faith and trust to HIM all of the sacrifices will come to an end. Just it will takes time to be granted in HIS will.
12 Jul 2010 02:07 am
zena
Tears swelled from my eyes as I read this story. This is an awesome love story. Thank you for posting. God bless you all!
14 Jul 2010 09:07 am
Rosa Allaway
i am speechless, this story is belong words can possibly express,,,beutiful
16 Jul 2010 03:07 am
Tadess
This is very touching story.It touches my heart. Everything that happens,happens for a reason. See God moves in a mysterious way.Thanks for posting.
16 Jul 2010 10:07 am
Susan Roshian
wow..wht a story…if i didnt read this..i lost something in my life….thanks to the Lord and the person who posted this.
17 Jul 2010 09:07 am