The Wallet – Keep The Faith


Below is a beautiful story that I read and would like to share it with you.
Enjoy it!

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

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

“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 pm, 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, its Michael. Do you remember

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.

That was a perfect ending of a love relationship that had lasted nearly 60 years.

Sometimes in life, we won't know how things will shape up or the ending
until it arrives.
So, do remember to keep the faith.

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2 responses to “The Wallet – Keep The Faith”

  1. Now a days people, have shortterm goals , and aspiration and easily loose track or faith with time and failure …this should not be the case …
    This is highly inspiring story of two lovers , that went long for 60 years , with only faith that one day their dream will true ..and dream really became reality ,
    This really inspired me to keep faith in my dream , in my aspiration ….until they come true
    Thank you very much for such a wonderful message , which i will cherish time ..

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