A LETTER IN THE LOST WALLET

 This Articular came from facebook ! Disclaiming it. 
was just something to beautiful not to share.


A LETTER IN THE LOST WALLET
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.
If you enjoyed this article you may also enjoy

MY darling doggie !

My baby had cancer !

she is doing better now  full of energy making me feel better
yesterday i found out my 9 month old Rotwieler had skin cancer and had to be cut out as its a very aggressive cancer.  My daring was in pain but she seems okay now got 11 stitches.
have you ever had a pet get cancer?

Some great pictures !

BIG MOVE

SOrry i havent posted in so long but a lot has been happening !
i will be leaving my little home town in africa to go to America for 7 months for work ! so nerves and a little scared ! its a big step and i cant wait : )

eyecandy !

to new days and bright ideas and wild africa.

First i wish to say sorry for my absences for a few days i haven't been home, i have been visiting my sister, had her family, she had suggested an idea to me and  i am asking my readers help. I am thinking of starting another blog along with this one a travel blog, so asking  every one for comment on  this and suggestions, here is a shot pieces i wrote from a trip  to  the wild live reserve here in Namibia.  thank you again.

IT was just as someone once told me, the best trips are always the unplanned ones, and with that I wish to share with all willing to read it how a unplanned last minute trip turned out to be, one that toke me once again into the wild earth of  Africa reminding me how blessed I am to life in a world  that has  raw power in its soil, and a thousand songs in the wind. My visit toke me to a wild life reserve Etosha  some say that the heart of Namibia is Windhoek, but they might be mistaken for I believe it to be there, among the elephants and lions  that’s where  true life In Namibia lies.

Traveling over the dirt road with still the scent of  fresh rain hanging in the air, the world was green and alive  next to the  path, upon arrival at the wild live gats it didn’t take long for the African bush to enchant  you, and  even sooner than that we saw them, the gentle giants, one after another young male elephant’s grazed one the  fresh green graze, the sure size of them demanded respect for the mammal as he walked  throw the trees picking up his meals, the wrinkled trunk tugging at small bushes and his front foot scuffling to  free the roots of his  snack.  Kept doing into the part we saw two more young males grazing and wondering around before reaching a waterhole, the sight was astonishing to say the least. A large heard was enjoying the water hole with youngsters, the mothers very protective looked straight at the car daring against her small offspring watching with a protective eye, other members of the heard found the water to be the best place to cool down, one of the younger members of the heard decided to lay down  in the water and play it was a sight to remember.

The white fort came into few showing the historical forefront of the wild park, one can’t help but remember how many years have passed throw the walls of the fort, and what stories the walls could tell. Moving into the rooms it was luxury making you feel  like you can climb in bed and never get out, elegantly done in with white several urban African pictures on the wall, with a perfect  privet outdoor shower if that is what you would like to  use to experience Africa’s night life under  cool water.

The night life never disappoints, as a family of ferrets where the first to  run  around the grass and greet you, asking for a treat, after spending the day buy a pool under the heat of  African sun, enjoying the songs of  different birds in the wind it was time for dinner inside the historical fort, among all the small shops filled with gifts for every person, dinner went smoothly   with that the night ended with  a jackal calling in the distance  a good remainder of just how wild beauty can be...

What is it about that you cannot have.

So my thoughts today is on unrequited love....
Yes so when you know you like some one maybe even love, yet the person in questions seems oblivious to the facts or even worse feels the same but for some reason refuses to act upon it.
When that person  is going to leave will that like or love always remain or can it be blocked out ?
some one once said that the best love is a one on finished...
BUT! why mast it always get so complicated if you likes some one why not ! why not make the most of it , what are we here for if not to live love and experience?
well i would like to know what any one else has to say on this thanks !

with love
Marchell.