A Sunday morning love story

Since I am tired of writing about “he who shall not be named,” let me offer a quick love story. It is all true and happened to a good friend and his charming and funny wife, who passed way too early.

My friend Jack was divorced with two sons. He was also a talented consultant who was devoted to his clients. He traveled to an internal two day meeting in the headquarter city of his company.

There he met Paula who was in for the same meeting from a different office three states away. They hit it off extremely well, but the flirtatious relationship was limited to just that. They returned to their cities parting on good terms.

Just before the seminar, Jack had shared his frustration with David, another consultant in a different office, who was delinquent on an assignment for his client. Again, Jack was devoted to his clients.

David felt badly for slighting the client and Jack, so he sent him a card saying “You are in my thoughts,” signing it with a big scribbled “D.” The card arrived after Jack returned from the seminar.

The card made Jack wonder who had sent it. To him, the scribbled “D” resembled a “P.” He was not certain, but hopeful that it was from Paula. So, he sheepishly called her and asked if she had sent such a note and, if she did, the feeling was reciprocal. Paula said she had not, but wished that she had. She had similar feelings.

So, with a misinterpreted card about a different issue, two kindred spirits had the most straightforward of conversations. They remained in love until she passed away. They were a delightful couple. My wife liked Paula so much, they would get together when Jack and I traveled.

When I think back on this, it is like an adult’s version of anonymous Valentine Card. It wasn’t until later that Jack learned of the real author of the card. As I got to know the author later, he liked to retell the story as well. Everyone likes a good love story.

21 thoughts on “A Sunday morning love story

  1. Note to Readers: Paula, not her real name, is the author of a favorite piece of advice she would give to teens she was helping. “You control how you react. Don’t cede that power to another. If you do not take offense at something said by another person, then you are not offended.” I recognize this off topic, but wanted you to get a glimpse of what she was all about.

  2. Perfect timing by an unknowing cupid named David. This is a sweet love story and I hope they shared many happy years together. Thank-you for sharing!

    • Ellen they did. They yin and yanged nicely. They both were curious and interesting people, the kind you have moving conversations with. Keith

  3. When it is meant to be, love will always find ways. I know about so many stories where misinterpretations led to great things (not only relationships). Fate can be astounding!

      • Erika, we humans make it too complicated. The fact he expressed interest in her is alluring. The fact she returned it made it even moreso. When we are younger we are mortified by the potential rebuff or no answer. Keith

  4. Dear Keith …

    This is such a beautiful story, and such a welcome relief from you-know-what … I read this at approximately 4:00 a.m. and suddenly burst into tears. I’m not sure whether to thank you or smack you over the head with my rolling pin. How ’bout I just thank you for such a lovely true story and send you a hug? šŸ¤—

    And on that note, I think it’s past time for bed ….

    • Jill, the rolling pin idea sounds painful. Plus, you will have to stand in line behind my wife to point out my shortcomings. Paula (not her real name), was also a “hard-headed woman,” which is a compliment recoded by Cat Stevens. Keith

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