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 thereturn address. I started to open the letter,hoping to find some clue. ThenI saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder bluestationery with a little flower thelefthandcorner.Itwas 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, shewrote that she would always love him.
It was signed, Hannah. It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the nameMichael, that the ownercouldbe 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 someyears 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 abig deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and aletter 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 inthe 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 largebuilding. In the day room, the nurse introduced meto 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 tooyoung. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor." "Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful
wow power leveling,person. If youshould find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for amoment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she saidsmiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess noone ever matched up to Michael wow power leveling..."
I thanked
wow cd keys,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 tohelp you?" I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But Ithink 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 redlacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls atleast three timeswow cd keys."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?"
wow power leveling, I asked as my hand began to shake."He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's MikeGoldstein'swallet 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 prayedthat Mr. Goldstein would be up. On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the dayroom. He likes to read at night. He'sa darling old man wow power leveling."
We went
World of Warcraft power leveling,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 withrelief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket thisafternoon. I want to give you a reward." "No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read theletter 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 World of Warcraft power leveling begged.
"She's fine
wow gold,...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said wow gold softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow."
World of Warcraft gold,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 World of Warcraft gold her. "
