AT 78, I SOLD EVERYTHING I HAD AND BOUGHT ONE WAY TICKET TO SEE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE – IN THE PLANE, MY DREAM WAS CRUSHED Elizabeth was the love of my life. 40 years ago, I lost her. My fault – my stupid, biggest mistake. I spent every single day after that alone, never forgiving myself for letting her go. Then, out of nowhere—she wrote to me. I almost missed it, buried under junk mail and bills. But there it was. “I’ve been thinking of you.” God, if only she knew. I never stopped thinking about her. Not for a second. One short letter turned into dozens. Every letter brought me back to life. God, she made me feel alive again! And then… she sent me her address. That was it. At 78 years old, I sold everything I had. I bought a one-way ticket to be with her. On the plane, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t stop crying. Then, suddenly—pain. A burning tightness in my chest. I gasped, but no air came. Voices blurred. Hands grabbed at me. Flight attendants, doctors, strangers—I could barely hear them. The world started fading. No. Not now. Not when I’m finally this close to her.

James spent forty years regretting losing Elizabeth—until she wrote to him. Determined to reunite, he sold everything and booked a

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