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The Best Valentine Ever True Amazing And Wonderful

Updated on July 30, 2015

A masterpiece takes time. Often nobody but the artist knows the shape of the work. This Valentine took a long time to create. When it arrived it was the best Valentine ever.

Fourth Grade

Summer was wonderful; after daddy got off work there would be trips to the swimming pool, lake or ocean. Grandma was always cooking or sewing something the little girl could help with. Sometimes her brother would let her tag along on his adventures.

Preparing for school to start was so fun. There would be a shopping trip with mom for new shoes and clothes. The dresses were always too wide, but they were new and didn't fall off like skirts.

Then school would start and the teasing would begin all over again.

Mom used to cry when as she watched her little girl in swim lessons. The one piece swim suit almost fell off her skinny little girl. Every day this gangly little girl prayed her parents would stop talking about moving closer to her mom's work and just do it. Everyone in school knew she had a "glass eye". She was bullied and never chosen for teams until last. Her daddy was big and she had big brothers, she was a pretty tough little girl, but even tough little girls needs protecting. Daddy spoke with the principal, the bullies got into trouble, but getting into trouble made them more vicious. One day they followed her home, they taunted her. When she got to her piano teachers house she ran up the steps like she was going into her house. They got scared and ran away. They always thought that was where she lived.

The Hero

One day shortly after school started there was a new girl sitting in the classroom when the class entered. She was a tiny little dark haired, dark eyed girl. In those days girl wore dresses to school. Everyone noticed she had scars on her legs. She was nervous being in a new school. She had an accent the skinny girl recognized. Mom had the same accent, this kid was from Boston. They got to be friends. It wasn't long before the new girl noticed the skinny kid was being teased. She faced off with the bullies one day on the playground. She was a fast runner and the kids really liked her, so when she put her fists in the bullies faces and said, "If you want to mess with my skinny friend you will have to deal with me first" the bullies fled. That was the end of the bullying and the first lesson on friendship. One girl, standing up for another made all the difference in the world. The skinny girl learned it just takes one person to make a difference. The power of one is enormous.

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Where Did She Go?

The fifth grade the hero wasn't at the same school with the skinny kid. In the sixth grade she came back. They lived near each other and the friendship grew as they grew old enough to go between each others homes, walk to the grocery store and go to the library. In the sixth grade there was another new girl, and skinny girl got a lesson in sharing.

The Unexpected Valentine


Fast Friends

When the girls went to Jr. High School they walked to school together and met another new girl. Junior High was a wonderful time. Eleven year olds stilled played with neighborhood kids in those days. On warm evenings the kids played flash light tag and hide n seek. There were slumber parties and Camp Fire Girls. Then the prayer the skinny girl prayed for so long was answered just as she had prayed it would all those years before.

A house was purchased. Mom would visit the construction site on her way home from work. It was exciting to help pick out the new counters and carpets. Then the day came . The skinny girl, who had become a good friend, and was no longer so skinny, moved.

She traveled the 30 miles to school with her dad on Monday and stayed with her parents friend until Friday when her dad picked her up. All the excitement of graduating from the ninth grade kept the girls busy the month of commuting. The last day of school came and they said good bye, promising to write and call.

All the kids were going to different high schools, this was a good time to move.

The Last Visit

The last time the girls saw each other must have been late in the twelfth grade. They exchanged graduations announcements through the mail and that was the end. No one knew what happened to Patty.

Livermore Veterans Administration Hospital



It is still hard to believe ninth grade boys and girls competed in Jack's competitions. That game kept the skinny girl occupied a good bit of that lonely summer. All the friends from the old school came out at some time. There were some really fun times. There was frequently a bicycle parked to the left of the stairs in this picture during the summer of 1969.The skinny girl frequently rode her bike here to have lunch with her mom.

Tirelesstraveler Looks All Over The Internet

This story is about Tirelesstraveler. When the internet became popular she searched for Patty. Surely her brother would show somewhere. He wouldn't have changed his name. Where did her parents go? The family had disappeared.

Cancer Treatments

Tirelesstraveler started chemo therapy again in December. She met a pleasant lady and her daughter during the first treatment. They were playing cribbage.

A month went by and she saw the same ladies registering for treatments..

Chemo buddy was sitting next to Tireless for observation. There were people waiting for chairs so Chemo buddy was moved to a visitors chair and the cribbage ladies sat next to me. Chemo buddy finished her observation and went home.


Ok, I know it not nice to listen to other people's conversations, but they were having such a good time chatting with the nurse. The daughter and the nurse went to the same high school. The nurse's dad had taught at the high school. They had all sorts of connections from high school. What happened next shook me completely. I heard my friends name.

Are those people are talking about the hero of my life? After they finished talking with the nurse we started chatting.

I mentioned a friend of mine had moved from Oakland when she was in high school and I couldn't remember which school she went to. The ladies asked what her name was, and when I told them they started crying. My friend had lived across the street from them. One of her sisters was the gals best friend. They were anxious to get us reconnected. The families were still connected, but they didn't know exactly where my friend was. These lovely ladies took my email address and promised to get Patty's information. The wait began.

Week one went by and I kept looking for an email. Week two, Sunday afternoon, boom! An email from someone I had never heard of before was signed Patty. The wait was over. She had never written an email before. Her husband had shown her how. She learned just for me.

Another Week

Another week and a response to my email with a telephone number. I hate to make phone calls, but there wasn't a moments hesitation. That number was dialed so fast; the answering machine picked up to my disappointment.


Last night the phone rang and it was Patty. We talked for nearly an hour. We talked about things nobody but us could ever share. Three cheers to Patty! She is truly one of those valuable people who helped me become the women I am today. I can hardly wait to talk to her again. We have forty years to catch up on.

Addresses were exchanged. My Christmas cards had morphed into Valentine's Day cards this year. They are ready to go.

I am so glad one of them is going to Patty.

Finding a long lost friend is the best Valentine ever.


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      Judy Specht 3 years ago from California

      Beth37, All things do work together. I am convinced Patty needed to hear how much of an impact she made in my life. I have spent serious time praying for this girl. Thanks for visiting.

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      Beth37 3 years ago

      Oh my gosh, what an awesome story! I don't know if you've shared where you stand on the whole religion issue, but please allow me to say, this is just another reason I can't *not believe in God. Coincidences like this take orchestrating. What a beautiful tale of friendship. I'm so happy you both found one another again. :)

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      Judy Specht 3 years ago from California

      Graham, Greetings.

      Thanks for the vote and follow.


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      Graham Lee 3 years ago from Lancashire. England.

      Hi tirelesstraveler. A tear or a smile, I don't know which or is it both. Beautiful, the point where you mentioned Patty's name was spot on. Excellent.

      voted up and following.


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      Judy Specht 3 years ago from California

      mushaf nice of you to visit.

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      Devika Primić 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      The Best Valentine Ever True Amazing And Wonderful you stormed this one through with such great thought.

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      mushaf 3 years ago

      nice to see it

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      Judy Specht 3 years ago from California

      Genna- Good to see you. Thanks for visiting:)

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      Judy Specht 3 years ago from California

      Bill, love when forums give information that rounds out the story. I am still running around shouting and it's been nearly a week. happy Valentine's Day

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      Judy Specht 3 years ago from California

      Jacky, It must have been a fad to moon over the same boy. We did it too.

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      diogenes 3 years ago from UK and Mexico

      Life for most is such a loosing business. As I have aged lately four of my dearest fellow voyagers passed away...and it reminds me my own tenure is now short.

      So rewarding for you to have found your old friend at this time in your life.

      Good fortune and Happy Valentine dear

      Bob xo

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      FlourishAnyway 3 years ago from USA

      What a happy ending! I really enjoyed this story, tirelesstraveler.

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      Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      What a beautiful story! I agree with Bill; this wonderful hub had me smiling in ways that truly made my day. Thank you for sharing this with us. :-)

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      A beautiful story and thank you for sharing.


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      Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

      My dad was the same from at least early 30's so it was something I really understood. I think about this friend so often, would be nice if we could get in touch too! She is the one who I always shared boyfriends with, lol. We just decided who we would like this week and both moon over him. Oh, to be young again. lol

      Happy Valentines Day to you too!

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      Judy Specht 3 years ago from California

      Jackie- Happy Valentine's Day! I am celebrating all week. My father-in-law lost an eye when he was 45. We had some interesting conversations.

      All the time I was being teased the teasing just slide passed me. It was not pleasant, but I was independent, had responsibilities and knew from my books that teasing didn't last forever. Thanks for visiting-Judy

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      Dora Weithers 3 years ago from The Caribbean

      What a touching story. Friendship lasts through time and over distance. You are blessed. Happy Valentine's!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      What a wonderful story. I was smiling all the way through it and I am delighted that you found her.

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      Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

      So beautiful I want to cry but such a happy ending. So glad you found your friend. I had a best friend with just one real eye and I am so pleased to say no one made fun of her; but if they had they would have seen my fist too. That's what friends are for. May you have your friend the forty years you have lost. ^+