This is the most romantic story I know; after so many years, it still has the same effect on me whenever I read it: silent tears, and if Iām reading it to someone else I pause towards the end, unable to continue for a few seconds, provoking an unpremeditated suspense.
āIt was in a glittering New York salon that Miss Hayes, still rather shy, met Mr. MacArthur. In her best-selling 1990 autobiography, āMy Life in Three Acts,ā written with Katherine Hatch, she recalled: āI picked up a glass of sherry to fit in and retreated to a secluded niche. Twenty minutes later, a good-looking fellow with curly brown hair and sparkling green eyes came over, maybe because he felt sorry for me sitting there all alone. He held out a small paper bag. āWanna peanut?ā he asked. āThanks,ā I said. He poured a few in my hand and said, āI wish they were emeralds.ā Right then and there I fell in love.ā
ā¦In 1945 (after 17 years of marriage,) returning from a sojourn in India, he dropped a sack of emeralds in her lap and said, āI wish they were peanuts.ā
(From NYT).
The original love gesture, the blasĆ© attitude with the poignancy of his remark stirred in me, when I first read this story, a mixture of emotions and a sense of overwhelming helplessness caused by a scary insidious thought. I might one day feel I wish I can be back in timeā¦a fatal combination knowing I loathe regrets and dread the feeling of not being in control of my personal life, decisions, choicesā¦
Only recently, when looking at two pictures taken while on a cruise in San Francisco, Iāve realized my fears werenāt founded and that after all Iāve succeeded and passed the dreaded test; I donāt wish to be back in time! I see here centimeters apart, the photo of a 27-year-old young woman and that of a 51-year-old young woman with achievements. Iām where I want to be, Iāve a lot to be thankful for, and if I were back in time, my bucket list of the āplaces to seeā would be mostly untouched. I would still be struggling with the childrenās homework, birthday parties, orthodontistsā appointments, I wouldnāt know how my babies have turned out to be as adultsā¦I would certainly miss the joy of having the grandkids around in my life!
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