A woman turns down her ex-lover’s invitation to meet him 53 years after they broke up, but when she comes across some of his old letters, she reconsiders her decision and visits him – only to find his house in shambles.
76-year-old Bessie Walsh had always been a joyful, vibrant woman, but after losing her better half Edward to cancer three years ago, she was reduced to a forlorn and dejected soul.
Bessie and Edward had been happily married for 45 years, had two lovely daughters, and had a beautiful home in a wonderful neighborhood. But when Edward left her for his heavenly abode, the cheerful woman was left heartbroken and alone.
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Bessie’s daughters, Stephanie and Cassandra, were both married and settled abroad, so the only company she had in her later years were her children’s photo albums and memories when they were young. As a result, she rummaged through her storeroom every evening to find all the old albums and sat for hours looking through them.
One evening, she was looking for one of their family albums when she found a stack of envelopes buried in a corner beneath an old crate. She dusted them off to have a better look at them when one of the envelopes fell to the floor, revealing a letter.
She brought everything into the living room and put on her glasses to read them, but as soon as she opened the first letter, her heart began to race.
“Hi Bessie,
This is Troy. I’m so sorry, Bess. Look, I understand you’re upset with me, but please give me a chance to explain myself. What you saw was not true, trust me. I have only loved you, and I won’t look at anyone the same way. Meet me today at the Red Rose Cafe at 5:00 p.m. I’m in your hometown. I’ll explain everything. I promise.
With love, Troy.”
No one could have predicted that the happy, constantly smiling Bessie would have a sad side too, but she did…
When she was 23, she was madly in love with Troy Evans, a young and attractive man. They’d met at university and fallen in love, and Troy had even proposed to her. Bessie had said yes without hesitation, and their wedding had already been planned. But then something happened one evening a week before the wedding that changed everything…
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Bessie was out with her friends at a restaurant when she noticed Troy. She initially assumed she had misidentified the man as Troy, but she knew it was him when she looked at him again. She was about to approach him and give him a back hug when a gorgeous brunette ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Then they held each other’s hands and walked away to a table together.
Bessie was shocked, to say the least. “Really, Troy? You’re cheating on me!” She sobbed her way out of the restaurant that day, swearing never to see him again. However, she left him a farewell letter, stating she was moving back to her hometown and that everything between them was over.
Troy wrote numerous letters to her after receiving her final letter, begging her to give him a chance to explain himself, but she didn’t bother to read any of them. Later, she married Edward after falling in love with him. She’d even forgotten she had Troy’s letters with her until a postman showed up on her doorstep one day. “You’ve got a letter, ma’am. Pretty fancy! No one does it these days!”
Bessie wondered who would send her a letter as her parents had died a long time ago, and her husband was an orphan with no living relatives. She had opened the letter out of curiosity, only to discover that it was written by Troy.
“Dear Bessie,
It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? It took me a long time to find you, but I did. I didn’t come to meet you because I don’t want to cause problems in your marriage. But I just want to see you once, Bess. You haven’t responded to any of my letters in all these years, but please give me one chance to explain myself. I’m living in Chicago, and you’ll find my address inside the envelope. Please, Bess, meet me once. I’m hoping you won’t decline my request this time.
With love,
Troy Evans. “
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It happened about a year after Edward’s death, and Bessie was still in grief, so she threw that letter and the others he’d sent later in the storeroom, never planning to read them. However, as she read one of his letters again this evening, she felt something – presumably a longing to be with someone or be loved – and moved on to the next one.
“Dear Bessie,
This is the last letter I’ll be writing you. I wrote to you so many times, and I really wanted to meet you, but I guess it won’t happen. So I’m writing this letter to explain why I kept telling you I didn’t cheat on you.
One of my friends had requested me to act as his sister’s boyfriend that day so that the boys who were stalking her wouldn’t bother her. Bess, it was all a joke. I wanted to tell you about it earlier, but you were at your grandparents’ house at the time, and when you got back, everything was messed up.
I’ve only loved you with all of my heart, and I’ve never even considered anyone else. I’m still single, and I’m hoping you’ll forgive me and come back to me. But if not, then I guess this is goodbye.
With love,
Troy Evans.”
Bessie’s eyes welled up as she finished reading. Troy had never been unfaithful to her. In truth, he had wanted to tell her everything, but she was too angry to think rationally. She couldn’t help but feel bad for the man who had honestly loved her his entire life. She rummaged through the letters in a frenzy to find the envelope with his address and decided to pay him a visit.
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However, when she arrived there, all she found was an old, decaying house with broken roofing and worn-out paint. She began inquiring with the neighbors about him, but nobody knew anything. Dejected, she had almost left the neighborhood when her gaze was drawn to a 95-year-old frail woman.
She’d been looking intently at her from the moment she’d arrived there. She felt there was something she knew and wanted to tell her, so she decided to approach her. “Excuse me, do you know anything about Troy Evans?” she gently asked.
The older woman didn’t utter a word and handed her a note. “Go to this address; he’ll be there. He left this place two years ago and never returned,” it said. Bessie realized the woman was mute, which is why she didn’t say anything.
“Thank you!” she whispered to the woman before heading to the address. An hour later, her search for Troy brought her to The Oliver Nursing Home, where she quickly spotted him. He was sitting immobile on a wheelchair in the outer yard, almost like a statue. His previously vibrant, sparkling eyes had a strange dead expression, and his face was dotted with wrinkles.
Bessie’s eyes welled up as she approached him. “Hi, Troy. How are you? It’s me, Bessie!”
The man slowly turned his wheelchair to face her, but he didn’t utter a word.
Bessie smiled at him, teary-eyed, and held his hand in hers. “I’m finally here, Troy. I’m sorry I ignored you all these years. Please forgive me,” she whispered gently.
Suddenly a voice interrupted her. “There’s no point in trying, ma’am. I’m afraid he won’t recognize you.”
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Bessie turned around and saw a woman in her late 50s standing there. She was Debbie, Troy’s caretaker at the nursing home. She informed her that Troy had suffered from memory loss due to the stroke and was unable to speak.
Bessie’s heart sank when she heard that. Now that she finally met Troy after all these years, he was in such a condition that he didn’t even recognize her! But she decided she won’t give up so soon.
She began visiting him often and told him their stories – how they’d met, showed him the letters too – in the hopes that he would recall something. It didn’t help much initially, but once, when she went to meet him, he cried terribly after reading one of the letters. He kept sobbing, and it was the first time he finally recognized Bessie and called her name! Even the nurses were stunned. It was indeed a miracle!
Bessie brought Troy home that day, and they are now living happily together. She is grateful she decided to go through those letters that evening.
What can we learn from this story?
- Don’t jump to conclusions. Bessie thought Troy had cheated on him without giving him a chance to clarify himself.
- What’s meant to be will be. Troy and Bessie were fated to end up together, and that’s what happened in the end.
Rich Man Sees His Former School Teacher as a Homeless Man – ‘I’m Here Because of Your Mother,’ Says Teacher
I was on my way to close another deal when a familiar face stopped me in my tracks. It was a man I never expected to see again, especially not like this. What he told me next changed everything I thought I knew about my past.
The wind whipped through the bustling city street, sending shivers down my spine despite the expensive coat I wore. I was focused on the upcoming business meeting, my mind running through figures and projections, when something—or rather, someone—caught my eye.
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A figure slumped against the side of a building, covered in a tattered coat. At first, I tried to look away, but something about him seemed familiar.
Then it hit me.
“Mr. Williams?” I stopped, disbelief coating my words. “Mr. Williams, is that really you?”
The man lifted his head slowly, and my heart sank. It was him, no doubt about it. His once bright eyes, now dull and tired, met mine, and I could see the recognition flicker in them.
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“Arthur,” he rasped, his voice rough from the cold or maybe from something deeper, something more painful.
“My dear Arthur… I’m so ashamed that you are seeing me like this.”
“Mr. Williams,” I repeated, stepping closer. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the man who had once been my rock.
“What happened? How did you… end up like this?”
He gave a bitter chuckle, the sound harsh and dry.
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“Life has a way of throwing curveballs, doesn’t it?” He looked down, pulling the ragged coat tighter around his frail body.
“But you, Arthur… you’ve done well for yourself. Just like your parents.”
“You taught me everything,” I blurted out, a mix of admiration and sadness swelling in my chest.
“I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for you. You were more than just a teacher to me. You were… you were like a father.”
He looked up at me then, his eyes softening. “I did what I could, Arthur. But your success… that’s your own doing.”
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“No,” I insisted, shaking my head.
“You don’t understand. It wasn’t my mother or the money. It was you. You taught me discipline, how to think critically, how to never give up.”
Mr. Williams sighed deeply, his breath visible in the cold air. “You give me too much credit, Arthur.”
I crouched down beside him, desperation creeping into my voice. “Please, Mr. Williams, let me help you. This isn’t right. You don’t deserve this.”
He hesitated, the silence between us stretching out uncomfortably. Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with sorrow.
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“Arthur, I’m here because of your mother.”
I froze, the words hanging in the air like a bad dream.
“What do you mean? My mother? What does she have to do with this?”
He nodded slowly, his eyes filled with a sadness I’d never seen before.
“Your mother… she had a way of getting what she wanted. And when she didn’t get it…”
“What happened?” I asked, the urgency in my voice clear. “Please, Mr. Williams, tell me.”
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He looked away, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched the edges of his coat.
“It all started when I gave you a lower grade on an exam. You remember? It wasn’t to punish you, but to push you, to make you reach your potential.”
“I remember,” I said quietly. “You always said I could do better.”
“I believed in you, Arthur. But your mother… she didn’t see it that way.” He paused, collecting his thoughts.
“She came to see me and demanded that I change your grade. I refused. I told her it wasn’t about grades, but about the lessons you’d learn from failure.”
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I could feel my heart racing, dread pooling in my stomach. “And then?”
“She wasn’t happy,” Mr. Williams continued, his voice heavy with regret. “She threatened to ruin me if I didn’t comply. But I stood my ground.”
I clenched my fists, anger simmering beneath the surface. “I can’t believe this… I had no idea.”
“She came back a few days later, acting like she wanted to make amends,” he said, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
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“Invited me to a café, said she wanted to understand my perspective. I thought… maybe we could work something out.”
I could see where this was going, but I needed to hear it. “And?”
“When I got there, she wasn’t alone,” he said, his voice breaking slightly.
“The school principal was with her. She accused me of improper conduct, said I’d demanded the meeting to secure your grades. The principal believed her—after all, she was on the school board.”
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The pieces started falling into place, and I felt sick to my stomach. “They fired you.”
“Not just fired,” he corrected, his eyes darkening.
“I was blacklisted. No school would touch me. And then… I got sick. Spent everything I had on treatment, and… well, here I am.”
I stared at him, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a ton of bricks.
“Mr. Williams… I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Arthur,” he said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. “But now you know the truth.”
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I swallowed hard, my mind racing. “Let me help you. I can’t just walk away from this. You’re the reason I am who I am. Let me do something—anything—to make it right.”
As we walked toward my car, Mr. Williams leaned on me for support. Each step seemed to take a toll on him, and I couldn’t help but wonder how much more this man had suffered. But I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t going to let him walk away from this, not again.
“Arthur,” he began, his voice hesitant, “you don’t have to do this. I’ve managed this far… barely, but I’ve managed. I don’t want to be a burden.”
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“Burden?” I stopped and looked at him, incredulous.
“Mr. Williams, you were never a burden. You gave me everything I needed to succeed. The least I can do is offer you a little help in return. Besides, I’ve been thinking… I could really use someone like you.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” I said, choosing my words carefully, “I’ve got two kids of my own now, Mr. Williams. They’re smart, but they need someone who can push them, someone who won’t just give them the easy answers. Someone like you.”
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His expression shifted from confusion to something I hadn’t seen in his eyes for a long time—hope. “Arthur… are you asking me to…?”
“Yes,” I nodded, unable to contain my excitement.
“I want you to come work for me as a private tutor for my children. I trust you with their education more than anyone else. They need someone who will teach them not just how to solve equations, but how to think, how to be disciplined,just like you did with me.”
For a moment, he was silent, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotions.
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“Arthur,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t know what to say. After everything that’s happened… I didn’t think I’d ever teach again. I thought that part of my life was over.”
I squeezed his shoulder, trying to convey just how much this meant to me.
“It’s not over, Mr. Williams. You’ve got so much left to give. And my kids… they’re going to be lucky to have you. Just think of it as a new beginning.”
He blinked back tears, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I don’t deserve this, Arthur. Not after all the mistakes I’ve made.”
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“Mistakes?” I shook my head. “The only mistake was letting someone like you fall through the cracks. You didn’t fail me, Mr. Williams. You saved me. And now, I want to help you do the same for my children.”
He looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”
“You’ve already repaid me a thousand times over,” I said softly, guiding him toward the car.
“Just come home with me. Let’s get you settled in, and we’ll figure everything else out from there.”
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As we drove through the city, the silence between us was comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding. Finally, as we pulled up to my house, Mr. Williams turned to me, his voice filled with resolve.
“Arthur,” he said, with a strength I hadn’t heard in years, “I won’t let you down. I’ll give your children everything I gave you, and more. They’ll grow up to be just as strong, just as capable as you are.”
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
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“I know you will, Mr. Williams. And this time, no one’s going to take that away from you.”
He nodded, and as we stepped out of the car, he paused, looking up at the house—a symbol of the life he once had, and the new one he was about to begin. He turned to me, his eyes shining with determination.
“Let’s get to work,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
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