A woman discovered a wallet containing a letter from 60 years ago and decided to track down its owner

A woman came across a wallet while sweeping the street and decided to track its owner and return it. The events that followed were intriguing, to say the least.

Sandra was a young woman whose fate had never been on her side. She had been orphaned at a young age and had lost her family in a car accident, leaving her traumatized for a long time.

As time went on, she somehow sympathized with her destiny and started looking for means to support herself. But sadly, the only job that she could manage to get was that of a street sweeper. The job didn’t pay well, but she could at least afford a place to live and three meals a day.

As Sandra started cleaning the road one day, she saw a wallet lying at the edge of the road. Out of curiosity, she stopped sweeping and began investigating its contents. She discovered that the wallet was mostly empty, with only a few dollars and a letter that appeared to have been read several times a day for years.

On the torn envelope of the letter, everything was blurred out except for the return address. She cautiously opened it, taking care not to tear the delicate paper, and discovered that it had been written in 1959. A 60-year-old letter? It must have been quite special to the owner, she wondered.

Some words in the letter had faded, but Sandra could thankfully read most of it.

“Dear Lewis,” the letter began. “My mother forbade me to meet and said that you and I could not be together, but I want you to know that I love you. Love, Nancy Ar…” Unfortunately, the paper was torn at the edge, and Sandra could not read it.

Thinking that it was pretty special for its owner, Sandra decided to track him down and return it. She went to the phone exchange operator to inquire about the phone number indicated with the return address and was soon connected to someone who lived there.

“Hello, my name is Sandra. May I speak to Nancy?”

“I’m sorry but no one by the name of Nancy lives here,” the woman on the line replied.

“Actually, maybe you can help me. I found a wallet and wanted to return it to its owner. There was a letter inside the wallet and I got this phone number from the return address on the letter, so I assumed the person who wrote the letter lived there.” Sandra explained. “The woman’s name is Nancy.”

“Are you talking about Nancy Arnolds?” the woman inquired.

“Well, I’m not sure if her last name is Arnolds, but I think it’s her. Do you have her contact information or know where I might be able to find her?” Sandra inquired.

“Actually, we bought the house from her mother 20 years ago. She was staying at a nursing home then. If you want, I can give you the nursing home’s contact number; you can write it down.”

Sandra thanked the woman and immediately called the nursing home. There she was informed that Nancy’s mother had passed away, but her daughter was still alive and staying there.

Sandra quickly hired a cab and headed to the location. When she met Nancy and showed her the letter she had found, Nancy’s eyes welled up. “I can’t believe he has kept it safe until now. By the way, where did you find this?”

“Well, it was inside the wallet I found on the road. By any chance, do you recognize this?” Sandra showed the wallet.

“I don’t know about the wallet, but this letter, I wrote the letter for Lewis — Lewis Duncan,” Nancy said. “We met in college, and I wanted to marry him and start a family, but my mother was against it because, just like my father, Lewis was not well off. After my mom married my father, he began living off my mother’s wealth, and when mom objected, he threatened that he would harm me.”

“Mom resisted for a long time and then divorced him. Sadly, she never had a happy married life, and she feared the same would happen to me. As a result, she despised Lewis and my relationship. But if you find him, please let him know that I still love him and never married. I always hoped he’d come and find me, and I am still waiting.” Nancy burst into tears as she finished.

Sandra consoled her and promised she would find Lewis, but deep down, she was scared that wouldn’t happen. Nancy was the only way Sandra could contact him, but Nancy had no idea about him because she hadn’t seen him since she was transferred to the nursing home.

Dejected, Sandra left the nursing home and decided to drop the wallet at the police station, but as she stepped outside, the security guard interrupted her. “Are you Nancy’s relative?”

“No, actually…” Sandra began speaking when the guard interrupted her again. “Wait, isn’t that Mr. Duncan’s wallet?”

Sandra was taken aback. “Yes, it is! Do you know him?”

“Yes, he lives in the building next to the nursing home,” the guard replied. “The man is pretty old and keeps misplacing his wallet. Actually, don’t tell Nancy, but he frequently visits just to see her. That’s how I know him.”

Sandra’s happiness knew no bounds when she heard that, she went to Mr. Duncan and returned the wallet. He was glad that the letter was safe.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Duncan, but I read that letter,” Sandra admitted shyly. “And I have a question if you don’t mind me asking.”

Mr. Duncan smiled warmly at her. “Ask anything, young lady. You returned the most valuable item to me. I don’t mind if the wallet was lost, but the letter is very close to my heart.”

“Then why don’t you meet Miss Arnolds? The guard told me everything. She couldn’t stop crying when she saw the letter. Do you know that she never married and has been waiting for the day she’ll meet you again?”

Mr. Duncan’s eyes almost welled up. He said he was devastated when he received this letter and resolved that he would never marry anyone because he loved Nancy. However, he had no idea that Nancy wasn’t married either.

Sandra took him to her and left them alone for a while. They cried and hugged, and Sandra’s eyes welled up when she saw them like that. It brought back memories of how she and her husband Edward met. She sobbed as she walked out of the nursing home.

A year later, she received a wedding invitation. It was an invite to Nancy and Lewis’ wedding.

What can we learn from this story?

Matches are made in heaven. Nancy and Lewis were destined to be together, and that is exactly what happened.
Some accidents are beautiful. Sandra found the wallet accidentally and returned it to the owner. Eventually, it led to the reunion of two lovers.

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My Husband Secretly Sent a Photo of My Lasagna to His Friends, Calling it ‘Disgusting’ — So I Taught Him a Lesson

When my husband mocked my homemade lasagna behind my back, I teamed up with my mother-in-law to serve him a taste of his own medicine. What followed was a dinner he wouldn’t forget, teaching him a lesson in appreciation and respect.

My husband, Dave, and I have been married for about three years. I pride myself on my cooking skills. I’m no gourmet chef, but I’ve never had any complaints — until recently.

Happy couple | Source: Midjourney

Happy couple | Source: Midjourney

Last Friday, I decided to make one of my favorite recipes: homemade lasagna. I spent hours preparing it, making sure everything was perfect. When it was finally ready, I served it up with a smile. I expected at least a ‘thank you’ from Dave.

Instead, he took one bite, made a face, and pulled out his phone. I thought he just took the photo because he photographs everything around. But in a second, I heard the sound of a text message arriving. Curious, I peeked over his shoulder and my heart sank.

Unpleased Dave with lasagna | Source: Midjourney

Unpleased Dave with lasagna | Source: Midjourney

The message read, ‘Look at what she made tonight. It’s barely edible. I miss Mom’s cooking.’

My blood boiled. “Dave, what the heck is this?” I asked, my voice shaking.

He looked up, startled. “What? Oh, nothing,” he stammered, trying to hide his phone.

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Close-up portrait of his he nice attractive funny confused brunet bearded guy wearing pink tshirt waiting news biting lip isolated over violet purple lilac pastel color background | Source: Getty Images

“Nothing? You just texted someone that my lasagna is barely edible and you miss your mom’s cooking!” I snapped.

Dave sighed. “Look, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just… I don’t know, venting. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Do you have any idea how much effort I put into this? If you didn’t like it, you could have just told me.”

Man texting on his phone | Source: Unsplash

Man texting on his phone | Source: Unsplash

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” he said defensively.

“By telling me to my face, or by texting someone behind my back?” I shot back. “Because I think this is way worse.”

Dave rubbed his temples. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It was a dumb thing to do.”

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Sad elderly woman | Source: Pexels

I wasn’t satisfied with his half-hearted apology, but I decided to drop it for the night. The next day, I had a different plan.

I told Dave that I had a work event and would be home late. In reality, I went to his mom’s house. She was a wonderful woman and I wanted to ask her for advice. When I arrived, she welcomed me in with open arms.

“Hey, sweetie! What brings you here?” she asked, giving me a hug.

Mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

Mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

I sighed. “It’s about Dave. He did something really hurtful yesterday.”

She frowned. “What happened?”

I told her about the lasagna incident and showed her the message Dave had sent. She was shocked and immediately agreed to help me.

Mother-in-law comforts the woman | Source: Midjourney

Mother-in-law comforts the woman | Source: Midjourney

“Oh God! I never brought him up to be such a brat. Hon, he’ll learn a lesson. I have a plan.”

My mother-in-law offered to cook up a storm in her kitchen. She made all of Dave’s favorite dishes, but with a twist. She over-seasoned, undercooked, and generally made sure everything tasted awful.

Then she plated it all up beautifully, knowing Dave wouldn’t be able to resist taking a picture. Then she called him and invited him for dinner.

A slice of lasagna garnished with basil | Source: Pexels

A slice of lasagna garnished with basil | Source: Pexels

The house smelled delicious, even if I knew better. As she worked, she explained the plan in detail, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I’ll make the mashed potatoes too salty, the green beans half-cooked, and the chicken dry as a bone. He’ll be so excited when he sees the spread, and then… well, let’s just see what happens.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You really think this will work?”

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Elderly woman with a cup | Source: Pexels

She winked. “Oh, honey, I know it will. Dave has always been a bit too sure of himself when it comes to food. This will be a wake-up call.”

As we set the table, my nerves started to ease. This was going to be interesting.

When Dave arrived, his eyes lit up at the sight of the delicious spread. He eagerly dug in, but with each bite, his face started changing. He looked confused and a bit scared.

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Scared man | Source: Pexels

With a smirk on her face, his mom asked sweetly, “Is everything okay?”

He stammered, “Uh, yeah, it’s just… not what I expected.”

She smiled and said, “Hmmm, strange, I thought you missed my cooking?”

Mother-in-law tells Lily the story | Source: Midjourney

Mother-in-law tells Lily the story | Source: Midjourney

Dave went pale as the realization hit him. He turned to me, standing in the kitchen doorway, and I said, “I saw your message, Dave. If you have something to say about my cooking, say it to my face. I hope you enjoyed tonight’s meal as much as I enjoyed making it.”

Dave was speechless, and his mom chimed in, “I didn’t raise you to be disrespectful. You owe your wife an apology.”

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Elderly lady with a laptop | Source: Pexels

He mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

But I wasn’t done. I pulled out my phone and said, “You know, Dave, I think I’ll send a picture of tonight’s meal to the boys’ chat, just like you did with my lasagna. Maybe they’ll appreciate a taste of your favorite dishes, ‘Mom’s style.’”

Senior woman and young woman sitting at dining table holding hands | Source: Getty Images

Senior woman and young woman sitting at dining table holding hands | Source: Getty Images

His eyes widened in horror as he realized what I was about to do. “No, please don’t!” he pleaded.

I gave him a stern look. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before mocking someone’s hard work.”

From that day on, Dave never complained about my cooking again, at least not behind my back. Whenever I cooked, he made sure to show his appreciation.

Senior woman in her 80s looks away, seeming confused and anxious | Source: Getty Images

Senior woman in her 80s looks away, seeming confused and anxious | Source: Getty Images

His mom looked at him sternly. “Dave, you need to understand how hurtful your words can be. Your wife put in a lot of effort to make that meal. She deserves your respect.”

Dave nodded, looking ashamed. “I know, Mom. I’m really sorry.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” she replied. “You need to show her that you appreciate what she does.”

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Senior Caucasian woman with chin in hands | Source: Getty Images

Dave looked at me, his eyes full of regret. “I really am sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I crossed my arms and said, “Well, now you know how it feels to have your hard work disrespected.”

He nodded vigorously. “I promise, I’ll never do it again. I’ll be more appreciative from now on.”

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Portrait of serious mature businessman wearing glasses in office | Source: Getty Images

His mom chimed in, “Good. Now, why don’t we all clean up together? It’ll give you a chance to show some of that appreciation.”

Dave quickly agreed, “Yes, Mom. Let’s clean up.”

As we worked together to clean the kitchen, Dave kept apologizing and thanking me for the meal. I could see he was genuinely sorry, and it felt good to know that he had learned his lesson.

Thankful Dave | Source: Midjourney

Thankful Dave | Source: Midjourney

Later that night, as we were getting ready for bed, Dave turned to me and said, “I really am sorry for what I did. I was being an idiot, and I hurt you. I never want to do that again.”

I sighed, feeling some of my anger melt away. “I appreciate the apology, Dave. But you need to remember that words can hurt. Next time, just be honest with me. We can work on things together.”

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Woman hugging boyfriend | Source: Getty Images

He nodded. “I will. Thank you for giving me another chance.”

“Just don’t mess it up,” I replied, giving him a small smile.

The next morning, Dave made breakfast as a gesture of goodwill. He served me a plate of pancakes with a shy smile. “I hope these are okay.”

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Man makes pancakes | Source: Pexels

I took a bite and smiled. “They’re perfect.”

Dave beamed, looking relieved. “I’m glad you like them.”

From that day on, Dave made a real effort to show his appreciation for my cooking. He never complained again, and our relationship grew stronger because of it.

Pancakes | Source: Pexels

Pancakes | Source: Pexels

The lesson here? Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, especially when that hand can serve up a dish of well-deserved revenge. Sometimes, a little creativity and teamwork with a great MIL are all you need to teach someone a valuable lesson.

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