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The Wallet Part 3
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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.
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Bedroom)
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."
(Read Related : Christian
Love Stories)
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.
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