The Science Behind the Law of Attraction Magazine February, 2016 | Page 52

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 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 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 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
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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