A travel agent was sitting at his desk when he noticed an elderly couple standing outside, gazing longingly at the posters of dream vacations in the shop window.
They looked sweet, and honestly, a little heartbroken. The agent had just had a great week in business, so he felt a wave of kindness wash over him.
He rushed outside, brought them in, and said, “Listen, I know travel isn’t easy on a pension, but I want to treat you both to a luxury vacation—my treat. No strings attached. Just say yes.”
Shocked but thrilled, the couple accepted. The agent had his assistant book two plane tickets and a room at a beautiful five-star resort.
About a month later, the little old lady came back into the shop, smiling.
“How was the trip?” the agent asked.
“Oh, it was just lovely! The flight was wonderful, and the hotel was like something out of a dream,” she said. “I came to say thank you… but I do have one question.”
The agent raised an eyebrow. “Sure, what is it?”
She leaned in and whispered, “Who was that old man I had to share the room with?”
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An elderly couple, Harold and Edna, had been married for over 60 years.
An elderly couple, Harold and Edna, had been married for over 60 years.
They had shared everything, talked about everything, and kept no secrets from each other—except for one.
Edna had a shoebox in her closet, and she had told Harold never to open it or ask about it. For decades, he respected her wishes, never giving the box a second thought.
One day, Edna fell gravely ill, and the doctor told Harold she didn’t have much time left. With a heavy heart, Harold sat beside his wife and said, “Edna, I love you. We’ve been through everything together. Before you go, can I finally know what’s inside that shoebox?”
Edna smiled weakly and nodded. “Go ahead and open it, dear.”
Harold opened the box and was astonished to find two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000!
Confused, he asked, “Edna, what is this?”
She took his hand and explained, “Before we got married, my grandmother gave me some advice. She told me that every time I got angry with you, instead of arguing, I should crochet a doll.”
Harold’s eyes welled up with tears. After all these years together, there were only two dolls in the box! “Edna,” he said, overcome with emotion, “that means you’ve only been mad at me twice in 60 years?”
She nodded with a sweet smile.
Harold beamed. “That’s amazing, my love. But… what about all this money?”
“Oh,” Edna said, patting his hand. “That’s from selling all the other dolls.”
