Wealthy investor Robert, dealing with the aftermath of his wife’s death, stumbles upon a secret divorce agreement and another startling revelation, leading him on a transformative journey toward forgiveness.
Robert sat on his couch, staring blankly at the divorce decree. He was in his up-market beach house, surrounded by memories of Melissa, his wife of 30 years.
Her death had been a blow, but finding this document in her belongings was bewildering. He had no memory of ever divorcing her.
He reflected on the accident he’d had years ago, which caused head trauma and a six-month memory gap for him. Reading the document, he realized that it was during that time he had apparently initiated the divorce. “July twenty years ago,” he muttered, noting the date on the document.
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His life back then was a whirl of socializing with artists and actors, fueled by excessive drinking. Despite the temptations, he remained faithful to Melissa, although his drinking issue strained their marriage.
He eventually picked up the phone and dialed the law firm’s number on the letterhead, only to find they had moved. The receptionist at the other end suggested he Google the new number.
Robert returned to the document and was stunned that Melissa was entitled to half his considerable wealth in the divorce. He had been wealthy even then, with a fortune inherited from his father.
Robert had dabbled as a stockbroker, but for the most part, he paid others to manage and grow his wealth while he lived an easy and high life in New York City.
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Not that he’d been irresponsible; he spent his money well and donated large sums to charitable organizations—he left that side of his dealings to his wife to manage, which she did well.
He returned to Melissa’s box of documents and discovered more surprises. Among them was a birth certificate for a child named Tallulah, born three years before their marriage. The child’s last name matched Melissa’s maiden name.
Robert’s heart raced. He had always sensed Melissa had a secret, but this was beyond anything he had imagined. A child he never knew about.
He pondered the situation, troubled. Melissa had fought cancer bravely, but it had spread rapidly, taking her life. Robert, still grieving, now grappled with this new revelation.
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He decided to discuss it with his twins, Pete and Sandra. They were close to their mother, especially during her illness, and had returned home for her funeral.
As he sat them down, he explained his discovery. The twins were shocked, unable to comprehend their mother’s secret.
“Why didn’t she tell us?” Sandra asked, visibly upset.
“I don’t know. Maybe she thought it’d hurt us,” Robert replied. “I’m also trying to understand why there’s a divorce document. I don’t recall any of it… due to the accident.”
While scrutinizing the divorce paper, Pete suggested, “You should look up the lawyer listed here on LinkedIn.”
Robert agreed, but they decided to focus on the funeral first.
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In the quiet aftermath of the funeral, Robert summoned the courage to confront the situation. It didn’t take long for him to trace the lawyer who had officiated the divorce; he was with another firm in New York.
The call brought more surprises; Franklin recognized Robert instantly and expressed concern about his well-being.
“Well, yeah, I’m fine,” Robert said, flummoxed that Franklin seemed to know who he was. “So, you know me?”
“Of course I do. It was a chaotic time, what with your accident. How’s Melissa?”
“Melissa passed away about a week ago.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. How can I help?”
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“Uh, I found some documents that I’m quite concerned about. A divorce decree and a birth certificate for a child.”
There was complete silence on the other end of the line. “I handled the divorce, Robert. It was an open-and-shut case. You don’t remember it?”
“I don’t. Melissa and I were happily married for thirty years.”
“You never left her?”
“I never left her, Franklin. Do you have records of the divorce and Melissa’s will?”
“We have everything on file. How about coming to New York to figure this out? It’s serious.”
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Robert agreed and flew to New York. In Franklin’s office, they discussed Robert’s past and Melissa’s recent will change.
“Do you remember anything about the accident, the fall?”
“No, just what Melissa told me. I fell from the balcony during an argument about my drinking.”
“Did Melissa tell you anything else about that night?”
“You mean later on when I recovered? No, we didn’t speak about it much,” Robert replied. “She moved us to California. She found the best head trauma specialist in the country out there to help with my recovery. I was in good hands.”
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“So, you never saw any media coverage at the time?” Franklin asked.
“Melissa thought it best I stay away from that completely. She wanted a fresh start away from that life. I agreed. I think it was the best thing to do.”
“Robert, this might be hard to hear. Were you aware of the life insurance policy in Melissa’s name?”
“I’d forgotten about that. We bought it soon after we were married,” Robert mused. “She would’ve been the sole beneficiary at the time of the accident. Hang on, are you saying—”
“I’m not saying anything, Rob, please. The media speculated Melissa had something to do with your fall,” Franklin revealed. “But well, you survived, and she never cashed the policy. By the way, she changed her will at the time of your accident.”
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“Does the name of the beneficiary mean anything to you?” Franklin asked, sliding a sheaf of papers across to Robert.
“Tallulah J—,” he said. “Yes. Remember the birth certificate I said I found in Melissa’s personal effects? Same name.”
Robert reached into the leather shoulder bag he’d brought, found the birth certificate, and handed it over to the lawyer.
“The plot thickens,” Franklin said, looking the document over. “Along with the will, there’s a sealed letter from Melissa addressed to you with instructions to be read only in the event of her death. Are you ready for it?”
Robert nodded. “Let me see it,” he said.
Franklin handed over the envelope. “I’m going to visit the bathroom,” he said. “Please take your time.”
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Robert opened the letter and read:
“My Dearest Robert,
I’m sorry for keeping such a big secret. When I fell pregnant with Tallulah, I was scared. I thought you’d leave me, so I kept it a secret until your private investigator found out.
I had Tallulah adopted, and I never told anyone else about her. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was wrong. I’ve missed her every day. And yes, no matter what anyone says about that night, I had nothing to do with the fall. It was an accident.
I’m so sorry for everything. I hope you can at least try to understand.
Love,
Mel”
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“In her will, Franklin, she left her entire estate to Tallulah?” Robert asked as the lawyer returned.
Franklin nodded. “She tied all the assets up in a trust account that pays out to her daughter in the event of Melissa’s death.”
“That money is mine,” Robert declared. “Can we challenge the will in court? Can the divorce be rescinded?”
Franklin explained the challenges but agreed. “I think we can make a case.”
“How much money are we talking about here?” Robert inquired.
“You mean, how much will it cost to contest the will and annul the divorce?” Franklin clarified.
“No, how much money was my wife worth when she died?” Robert asked.
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“Nearly half a billion dollars,” Franklin revealed.
“And it all goes to her daughter Tallulah now?”
“That’s right,” Franklin confirmed. “Unless we sue the estate for what she did to you, hiding all this.”
“In that folder you have there, are there any contact details for Tallulah?” Robert asked.
“There’s a last known address. Looks like a business address.”
“Write down that address for me, please, Frank,” Robert said.
Franklin provided an address in Los Angeles. Determined, Robert visited the given location, a rundown studio, and encountered a gruff man.
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“I’m looking for a woman,” Robert began.
The man scoffed. “Join the club. Aren’t we all?”
“She’s around 33. This is the address given as her workplace,” Robert said, ignoring the man’s joke.
“Let’s see, that could be any one of, I dunno, a hundred women in the last year alone. I can’t help you, brah. Best you shove off. Are you a lawyer or somethin’?”
“No, this is a personal matter. I’m looking for my wife’s daughter.”
“Another one looking for a long-lost daughter,” the man mocked.
“What do you do here?” Robert asked. “Is this an adult film studio?”
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“Got that right, genius. Now are you going to piss off, or do I have to throw you out?”
“There’s no need for that. I’m here to give this woman some news about her mother; she died,” Robert said. “Her name is Tallulah.”
Robert offered him a $1000 reward if he told her about Tallulah. The man agreed after seeing the money.
“Her stage name is Tulip Jones, or sometimes, she goes by TJ. Try Melrose Productions a couple of blocks over,” the man disclosed. “And don’t tell her I told you where to find her. She’s not exactly in our good books around here. Ran out on us a year ago.”
Robert gave him the money and left.
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Despite a somewhat warm reception at Melrose Productions, Robert was directed to contact her through a provided cell phone number. He wasn’t sure if she’d answer his calls, so he left her a message. Finally, they spoke over text and agreed to meet.
As they sat across from each other, Robert divulged the truth about Melissa, the inheritance, and his desire to guide Tallulah through managing the substantial sum.
“Why should I trust you to handle my money?”
“I’ve made it my business to manage money; believe me, it’s not as easy as you think,” Robert assured her.
Their conversation shifted to personal matters. Tallulah revealed her disdain for the adult film industry and her desire to escape it. She’d been forced into it by her foster mother.
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“Trust me, from this day on, you don’t have to do it ever again. I can promise you that,” Robert assured her, handing her his business card.
She looked up at him with a hint of surprise and hope after she’d skimmed the details on the card. “You’re a producer?” she asked.
“Executive producer,” Robert said. “I can show you how to get into it if you like. You’ll be in a good place with your inheritance money as long as you don’t gamble it all on one film. It’s a tough business.”
“I could go for that,” Tallulah said thoughtfully. “The proper film business, I mean. Not gambling.”
“How about meeting my kids, too? Twins: a boy and a girl. Twenty-two. Good kids. One’s at film school, and one’s studying business. Good combination.”
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Tallulah agreed, and a few days later, she finally met Sandra and Pete at Robert’s Santa Monica office. As small talk flowed, Robert proposed a trip to New York to handle Tallulah’s inheritance.
With plans unfolding, Tallulah hesitantly shared her desire to use part of the inheritance to establish an organization to help women leave the adult film industry. And they all decided to name it after Melissa.
“I’d be happy to draw up a business plan,” Pete offered.
Under Robert’s guidance, the organization named Melissa’s Hope thrived. Tallulah became an advocate for trafficked women and children. The siblings bonded, creating a close-knit family.
Robert remained grateful for everything he had been given in life. He took every opportunity to give to others and help them as best he could. And above all, he remained grateful for the lesson in love his late wife had given him.
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Velho vende mala surrada, todos o ignoram, exceto o menino coxo que concorda em comprá-la — História do dia
Um garoto vai ao mercado de pulgas para comprar fitas de música antigas, mas tem pena de um senhor idoso que está vendendo uma mala velha, e esse ato de gentileza muda sua vida.
A vida de Martin Farmer não era fácil e continha poucos prazeres. Ele tinha dezessete anos, mas já carregava um pesado fardo de responsabilidade. Sua mãe estava doente, e seu pai havia falecido dois anos antes, deixando-o como o homem da casa.
Pouco depois disso, um acidente de moto deixou Martin com ferimentos graves na perna esquerda, o que encerrou sua brilhante carreira no futebol, e ele estava contando com o futebol para pagar sua faculdade…
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O dinheiro era curto, então Martin trabalhava depois da escola todos os dias e o dia todo aos sábados para sobreviver e ajudar a pagar os remédios da mãe. De vez em quando, ele tirava US$ 5 de suas economias e ia ao mercado de pulgas local para procurar fitas de música antigas dos anos 80 e 90.
Essas viagens mensais ao mercado de pulgas eram seu único prazer — seu único hobby. Naquele domingo, Martin estava se recuperando de uma semana particularmente difícil. Ele havia trabalhado duro, mas as contas médicas de sua mãe tinham chegado pelo correio.
O salário da semana não era suficiente para manter os lobos afastados para sempre, Martin sabia disso. Ele e a mãe tiveram uma discussão acalorada na noite de sábado. Ele queria largar a escola e trabalhar em tempo integral, mas a mãe discordou.
Esta manhã ele acordou cedo, fez o café da manhã para ela e então foi para o mercado de pulgas. Pelo menos por algumas horas, ele pararia de pensar em seus problemas.
Era uma manhã linda, então a feira estava cheia de pessoas vasculhando o lixo e os tesouros da vida de outras pessoas, e Martin foi até um vendedor em particular que ele conhecia bem.
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Ele estava de pé ao lado da mesa do homem, examinando um tesouro de fitas antigas quando um velho chegou e montou uma pilha de bolsas e malas velhas na porta ao lado. O homem imediatamente começou a anunciar seus produtos:
“Malas, bolsas e pastas!” ele gritou com sua velha voz rachada. “Cinco dólares cada, a melhor pechincha da sua vida!”
Uma mulher que passava parou, olhou e cheirou. “Tralha velha é o que você tem! Tem tanto mofo nessa mala que ela provavelmente vai se desfazer!”
“Vá em frente, moça!” o velho se virou. “Ajude um velho! Estou limpando meus velhos tesouros e com certeza posso usar o dinheiro! As coisas estão difíceis…”
Outro homem passou e cutucou uma maleta com o pé. “Velho, eu não daria nem um dólar por esse pedaço de lixo! Você não vai vender nada!”
Milagres acontecem onde e quando menos esperamos.
O velho balançou a cabeça. “Você está errado. A pessoa certa vai aparecer porque isso aqui é uma mala cheia de esperança”, ele disse. “Porque parece uma mala para você, mas eu prometo a você, é um sonho se tornando realidade!”
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Martin sorriu. Ele se virou para o homem e disse: “Eu poderia usar muita esperança agora mesmo! Quanto custa o sonho se tornando realidade?”
“Jovem”, disse o velho sorrindo alegremente. “Esta maravilha aqui é 100% couro legítimo, feita na década de 1930, e pode ser sua por apenas $5!”
Sorrindo, Martin pescou no bolso sua única nota de $5 e entregou ao homem. “Aqui está”, ele disse.
O homem estava sorrindo enormemente, e ele agarrou a mão de Martin. “Você é um garoto gentil”, ele disse. “E você merece o que está recebendo!”
Martin riu, pegou a velha mala que era muito mais pesada do que ele imaginava e acenou um adeus pesaroso para o músico. “Da próxima vez!”, ele prometeu e foi para casa almoçar.
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Quando ele chegou em casa, sua mãe reclamou da mala imediatamente. “Martin! Você teve que comprar tralha? Já temos o suficiente disso! Coloque na garagem ou vai encher a casa de poeira!”
Martin obedientemente carregou a mala para a garagem. Ele estava prestes a colocá-la em cima de uma mesa velha quando mais uma vez percebeu o quão pesada ela era. Ele abriu a mala e ficou surpreso ao ver que ela estava cheia de pacotes embrulhados em jornal.
Curioso, ele rasgou o jornal e encontrou um maço de notas de $20! Rapidamente Martin desembrulhou os outros pacotes. Era tudo dinheiro! Milhares de dólares, centenas de milhares de dólares!
Martin gritou por sua mãe e ela veio correndo. Ela ficou sem palavras ao ver as pilhas de dinheiro. Ela não reclamou da poeira…
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Naquela noite, Martin e sua mãe contaram e recontaram o dinheiro. Havia $300.000! “Há o suficiente para as contas médicas e os medicamentos…” disse Martin.
“Ah, e para a faculdade”, disse a mãe de Martin. “E talvez então a gente pague a hipoteca…”
“Mas mãe”, Martin disse suavemente. “Não é nosso dinheiro. O homem me vendeu esta mala por cinco dólares e ele parecia muito pobre. Tenho certeza de que ele não sabia sobre o dinheiro.”
A Sra. Farmer cuidadosamente colocou todo o dinheiro de volta na mala velha. “Nesse caso, você tem que encontrá-lo, Martin”, ela disse. “E devolver tudo a ele.
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Nas três semanas seguintes, Martin assombrou os mercados de rua e mercados de pulgas procurando pelo velho, mas ele não estava em lugar nenhum. Então, um dia, ele o viu em um ponto de ônibus, carregando outra mala velha.
“Espere!” Martin gritou. “Escute, você se lembra de mim? Você me vendeu uma mala velha? Eu tenho que devolvê-la para você!”
“Devolver?” perguntou o velho. “Eu não quero de volta!”
“Por favor, você não entende”, disse Martin. “A mala estava cheia de dinheiro, seu dinheiro!”
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O velho começou a rir. “Eu sei DISSO!” ele disse. “Você se lembra do que eu te disse? A mala estava cheia de esperança e sonhos se tornando realidade. É para isso que ela serve. Use-a bem.”
O velho se virou e começou a ir embora, mas Martin correu atrás dele. “Mas eu pensei que você fosse pobre!”
O homem sorriu. “Não, filho. Sou um homem que passou a vida inteira ganhando dinheiro e agora descubro que tenho mais do que qualquer um deveria ter. Então, dou para aqueles que são gentis o suficiente para ajudar os necessitados. E esse é você!”
Martin foi para casa e contou à mãe a história do velho. Eles decidiram usar o dinheiro para ajudá-la a melhorar e pagar a faculdade dele, e daquele dia em diante, eles incluíram o Suitcase Man em suas orações.
O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- Milagres são encontrados onde e quando menos esperamos. Martin e sua mãe estavam no fim da corda quando encontraram o dinheiro na mala.
- Atos de gentileza são sempre recompensados. Martin gastou seus preciosos $5 para ajudar um homem que ele achava que era mais pobre do que ele e recebeu um presente que fez seus sonhos se tornarem realidade.
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