True Love

Dear Friends,

I have been rereading "Chicken Soup for the Soul", thought I should share this story with you. This is a heart warming story written by Barry and Joyce Vissell.
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Moses Mendelssohn, the grandfather of a well-known German composer, was far from being handsome. Along with a rather short stature, he had a grotesque hunchback.

One day he visited a merchant in Hamburg who had a lovely daughter named Frumtje. Moses fell hopelessly in love with her. But Frumtje was repulsed by his misshapen appearance.

The picture above: Felix Mendelssohn

When it came the time for him to leave, Moses gathered his courage and climbed the stairs to her room to take one last opportunity to speak with her. She was a vision of heavenly beauty, but caused him deep sadness by her refusal to look at him. After several attempts at conversation, Moses shyly asked, "Do you believe marriages are made in heaven?"

"Yes," she answered, still looking at the floor. "And do you?"

"Yes I do," he replied. "You see, in heaven at birth of each boy, the Lord announces which girl he will marry. When I was born, my future bride was pointed out to me. Then the Lord added, "But your wife will be humpbacked."

"Right then and there I called out, 'Oh Lord, a humpbacked woman would be a tragedy. Please, Lord, give me the hump and let her be beautiful.'"

Then Frumtje looked up into his eyes and was stirred by some deep memory. She reached out and gave Mendelssohn her hand and later became his devoted wife.

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There is that one moment in our life time that stirs our hearts to open up and embrace love. Some search high and low for true love, but there are also those who just wait for it to greet them. How do we tell if a love is true. Must one endure pain and sorrow to taste the sweetness of love?

For those who have found your match, can you still sense the magic when your beloved professed his/ her feelings? Could you still feel the chills running down your spine? How did you know that he/ she is the one?

I know mine. I could still feel the magic sometimes, especially during lonely nights like this. Will the magic ever fade with the passing of time?

I haven't a clue, for I am a woman who is forgetful at times. So, please come home love.