The Science Behind the Law of Attraction Magazine February, 2016 | Page 53
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?"
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?"
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."
She adjusted her
glasses, looked for a
moment, but didn't say
a word.
"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."
She gasped, "Michael! I
don't believe it!
Michael! It's you! My
Michael said softly,
almost in a whisper,
"Hannah, it's Michael.
Do you remember
me?"
Michael!"
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared.
"You read that letter?"
He walked slowly towards her and they
embraced. The nurse and I left with tears
streaming down our faces.
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where
Hannah is."
"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If
it's meant to be, it will be."
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.
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!"
"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.
It was a beautiful
wedding with all the
people at the nursing
home dressed up to join
in the celebration.
Hannah wore a light
mauve dress and looked
beautiful. Michael wore a
light 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."
Written by Arnold Fine
Page 53 - February, 2016