At 78, I Sold Everything to Buy a One-Way Ticket for a Reunion With My True Love – But Fate Had Other Plans — Today’s Story
Freepik A One-Way Ticket to the Past I never imagined that one impulsive decision could upend the rhythm of a life I’d spent decades building. And yet, at the age of 78, with nothing left to lose but memories and regrets, I sold everything I had—my small apartment, my battered pickup truck, even my cherished…