WALLET WITH GOOD NEWS

Ep21
On evening I walked home, my eyes fell on a wallet dropped along the way. I dreamed and opened a jet to see if there are tags that will enable you to find the character numbers to hit it. But inside the wallet you had only a small amount of money along with a letter that was preserved for many years.

The envelope that saved the letter was very sophisticated; The only visible article is the address of the sender's residence. I decided to post a letter to try to find a very helpful guide to find the character. The first surprise you wrote after posting it was the date of the letter: September, 1957. The letter was written about 40 years ago.

The beautiful girl writing was well arranged on blue paper, on the top corner of the paper hanging on a beautiful red flower - a flower of love. The fantasy and the spell of words used to write the letter, shocked my skin's skin. The author of the letter, who later identified herself with the name of Hudah, was complaining bitterly, informing her boyfriend Adrian, that they did not see each other again because her mother had refused her to marry, and she decided to transfer her. Despite this, Hudah stressed that he would always love him.

For more than a residential address written on the envelope, there were no other contacts, I was forced to contact the authorities of the housing authorities to see if they could help me.

After a phone call received I said, "I'm sorry, I have a personal request. I'm trying to find a wallet owner I've dreamed. Is there any way to get the phone numbers when I come to a residential address written on the envelope?"
With the weight of the request, the minister suggested that I consult with his boss, who after listening to me and re-decisioning finally said, "Well, we have a list of phone numbers on the address you mentioned, but I'm not allowed to give you." He explained me thoroughly that, on their work basis he would have to tap those numbers and tell them about the wallet and then let them, and then he would connect with me.

I waited for a few minutes. Then he returned to the air and said to me: "I've found someone, I think he can help you."

After joining me with the phone and the one involved with the address I found in the envelope, I asked if he knew someone named Hudah. After thinking, "Ooh, we bought this house from a family with a daughter named Hudah, but that was almost 40 years ago."

"Can you find out where they are now located?" I asked him.

"No, but I remember, several years ago Hudah sent her mother to be nursed and nurtured in one of the nursing homes (nursing institutions and the elderly)," he replied. "Perhaps if you contact them, they can find the girl."

He gave me the name of the institution, and immediately I called and asked Hudah's mother. They replied that the mother died several years back, but they have the phone numbers where they can help me find Hudah. I thanked them for their help, and then I struck those numbers. The receiver answered me that Hudah has been very old now, so he lives in another caregiving institution, as did his late mother.

To that end, I began to look for a retailer for tracking a wallet, who did not even have much more than a 40-year-old scrapbook. In addition, I tried to call the Hurah numbers there. The receiver said, "Yes, Hudahh lives with us here."

I gave up breath. Although it was late four o'clock in the night, I asked if they would let me go to see him the same night. They gave me up. I thanked them and began to drive my car to their institution.

They found it after arriving as a guard with a break-in service. After the situation was introduced and self-identification, the minister took me up to the second floor, when we found a bigger one watching a television while drinking coffee. The minister made me known to him; was Hudah.

Along with old age, he welcomed the head and his eyesight, yet the tasty knit ripped his forehead. After greeting with smile and refreshment, I told her about the wallet I had dreamed and showed her the letter. After a brief look at the letter with its red ribbon up, Mrs. Hudah breathed a strong breath and wiped the tears that began to form a canal drainage. He immediately said, "Boy, this letter was the one that made my contact with Adrian."

After a short time of silence he walked, "I really liked him, but at that time, I was only 16. So my mom stopped me from contacting, oh, Adrian was a boyfriend and a guy I did not see ... Aah, Adrian Majumbi ... If you are going to find him, tell him I still love him. "

After her eyes started to shed tears again, she smiled slightly and went on, "You know, since she's separated from her I do not want to marry again, I believe I will never find another like him."

At the end of the conversation, I thanked Hudah and kissed him. I went to the elevator and descended to the bottom. As I came out of the elevator, I heard the guard who first received me shouting, "How great a bi is able to help you?"

"It's not so much, but I've got the last name of this wallet owner I'm looking for." It's going to take some time, not yet, today I've spent most of my time hunting. " I answered when I put the wallet into the trousers bag.

"Hey, let's go a little bit," the guard said with his eyes and his eyes towards the wallet. "I think I know that wallet, it's going to be an old man," he said. "It's almost three times here, and I've been wandering around, so whenever I see it, so the red capet on top helps me to know it."

"Who is that old Majumbi?" I immediately asked her after she remembered that I had been called that name also by Hudah.

"And he's an old man employed by living here, I'm sure he's his wallet, and he will be driving them out while he is on the run."

My God! Let's never be the one I'm looking for. These will really be wonderful.

I thanked the defender, and immediately I returned to the waitress. I wondered what the guard told me. We'll get out and move together on the elevator and climb up to the fifth floor.
I kept praying for that old man to be his own. When we arrived, we found an old Majumbi reading book in the resort.

After the fight, the minister asked if he had lost his wallet. He quickly got up in his belt and confessed, "Oh, I do not. I lost it again."

"So the boy dreamed, and he was trying to find you believing it's yours!"

I handed him his wallet. And immediately after throwing his eye on, he smiled and thanked me. He wanted to give me money as the bankers refused. I said to her, "Maybe I have one thing to tell you. I've read the letter in the wallet while trying to get to know the owner."

A smiling smile in his facial face since he received his wallet, melted away from the snow in the kitchen. "Have you read a letter?"

"I did not just read it, but until I looked for Hudah and found him."

"Hudah ?!" Elder Majumbi flew into shock. "Do you know where Hudah is found?" I do not believe, can you convince me that beauty is still in her head?

"Hudah, I think you will see if you agree with me that she has been more beautiful than she was," I answered while I was smiled.

Elder Majumbi smiled with comfort and asked again, "Can you tell me something, boy?" The moment I received this letter you read, I had drowned in the Hudah Hindu Ocean, as you saw in it, it can hurt and squeeze anyone who is lying on the pants. It was so to me - I was disappointed and did not marry again. And until this day, I just loved him. "

"Elder Majumbi," I shouted, "let's go along here."

We traveled and went to the elevator that let us down to the second floor. Because of the night's magnitude, stability overwhelmed the whole building. Many were asleep. Fortunately, we found the bi-Hudah alone watching television. The minister swims at him.

"Mrs. Hudah," she shouted quietly, shaking her old finger Majumbi. "Do you know the old man?"

Hudah uncovered his sunglasses slowly, watched him for a long time, Majumbi without saying anything. While Hudah was still in bed, Elder Majumbi said in a loud or noisy voice, "Hudah - I do not believe my eyes."

"My God!" Adrian is you? Oh, I do not want to believe, my Adrian! "

When they got married and embraced each other, I and the minister pulled out.

"Look at the wonders of God," the minister told me when we dropped down with the elevator, "That's how God works, in the craftsmanship and specific goals."

I kept silent while thinking about whether I would ignore the wallet that I would commit a very serious mistake. Surely we should not ignore things even as small as it is.

About three weeks later, while I was at work, I received a call from the minister: "Please work on Sundays to attend the wedding." Hudah and Adrian are getting married! "

Salaal!

Well. I attended. Surely the wedding was just the same. All the elders who attended the institution attended and were very excited. Mrs. Hudah appeared beautiful while she was inside the shela, with Adrian's head shaking in a blue suit. During that time when I was inside a brown suit, I stood at their side as a skeleton. The truth really did not mistreat the worshipers who said, "If so, just then." What a loss of almost fifty years ago, has relaxed after the dating parties, to meet again.

If you have never seen old lovers; 70-year-old husband and wife 65 years old, enjoying one another's 30th anniversary, find me show you their picture on the wedding day