True Inspirational Stories
The Wallet Part 2
The
Wallet Part 1
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
right 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 hands began
to shake.
"He's one of the old timers on the eighth 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 and 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 seventy-six years old bride and a seventy-nine
years old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see
this couple. It was a perfect conclusion for a love affair
that had lasted nearly sixty years.
The
Wallet Part 1
Inspired? Share this page
with your friends!
Html code for this page
Or get
the code to link to Inspirational Lane! |
ollow
us on Facebook!