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It was for my elder sister who is now married.. About three years ago, while looking for a groom for my sister, my father came to know about a MBA guy who was working in Airtel. The person who told my dad about that guy is my dad’s friend, so my dad went to visit the guy’s place. In the first meeting, the guy’s parents were quite welcoming and they behaved very well. They liked my sis’s photo very much as she is above average looking(just a compliment.. :)). They told my dad that money is not a matter for them and they only want a decent and educated girl. My father was happy for the positive response and decided to meet them again to take this further.Now comes the twist..In the second meeting, my father asked them about their demands. Then, they started to show their true colors..Guy’s mom was taking charge for this conversation and she started with 6 lakhs cash, gold ornaments worth 6–8 lakhs, any four wheeler ranging 12–15 lakhs, all the household equipment, engagement in a 3-star hotel with their 200–250 guests including expensive gifts and wedding with 400–500 baratis. My dad will be going to take responsibility of all the engagement and wedding expenses. Net expense was around 35 lakhs.And after that she told my dad that this is lowest they can think for their son and since your daughter is very pretty and educated we are giving you this privilege.Soon after, my dad stood up, did namaste and left after telling them that keep your boy, one day you will surely get a girl of your kind for your boy.Now, my sister is married for two years and proud mother of a baby girl. My dad searched for the best and she got that(My brother-in-law is a government officer in CRPF). And that guy is still unmarried and his parents are looking for their kind of bride.Edit: Some people in comment are asking about my sister's qualification. She has done post graduation in Mass communication and was working in a regional magazine. Now after her child's birth, she is concentrating on the baby.Some people are also curious that how I came to know about the guy that he is still unmarried. So, as I have mentioned earlier the source of contact was a friend of my dad who is common friend to both the guy's father and my dad. Through him we got to know that.Also some people are curious that how my sister got my brother-in-law. Then, my brother-in-law's father was an acquaintance of my dad. In a party they met and talked about this. Luckily my brother-in-law liked my sis. His family was not interested in dowry kind of thing and my dad did whatever he wanted for his daughter at his level and not under any pressure.Thank you.. :)

I got a phone call by a woman calling for someone with my exact name. She asked if I was born in Oklahoma and I said No. She was disappointed and was about to hang up. For some reason, she explained that she was looking for her son that she lost as an infant. (Long strange story.) For twenty years, on the weekend, she would call people with my name all over the country.This was about twenty years ago so I can't remember all the details. The woman had the child in the 1950s or early '60s. She was really young and the father of the child abandoned her. They were traveling around the country and he just disappeared. Some kind of trouble.So she ends up homeless, taking shelter in a boxcar with an infant. It was a small rural town and somehow an agency for unwed mothers takes her baby to care for until she can get back on her feet. This takes awhile, and when she wants her baby back, they say the child was adopted and she should forget about it. It's a different time, and the mother was poor and powerless, and she basically loses her child. She was sure that some judge in the town adopted the child, so she knew the name, but all traces were gone. I'm not sure about all that. But that's the basic outline of a sad story.She eventually gets married, has a normal life, some more kids, and many years later is compelled to search for the child. At the time, it was almost impossible to trace adopted children. All she knew to do was to go through phone books and call everyone with that name. Utter futility, but she hopelessly perseveres.So I hand her over to my wife who was working as a criminal intelligence analyst for an urban county sheriff's department. Her job was to tell the deputies where to find the people they were looking for. She is very talented. Later, she left that job because sheriffs are notoriously crooked, and they pressured her to break the law. She eventually became a private detective that kind of specializes in finding lost family members or the biological mothers of adopted children.So my wife gets the story and all the information the woman has, and within a couple of days and a little luck, finds the son. She calls him and determines that he's the one, and asks if he would like to meet his mother. He is awestruck. He'd spent all of his life wondering about his mother and had made his own futile attempts to find her. He had four children of his own. My wife provides everyone with phone numbers and feels elated with her job well done. They contact each other and are overwhelmed with joy.For a few years, the woman would call my wife and keep her informed about family reunions and such. It was a happy ending. I never heard of any unintended consequences or negative fallout. The two extended families were happy to have all these new members. My wife died several years ago and left me heartbroken and my world went black for awhile, so I haven't heard anything about them since then.I was a couple of seconds away from wishing her good luck and hanging up the phone. But my wife had wandered into the room, and I said "Here, talk to this lady for a minute."EDIT:I'm astounded at all the comments and questions I have received. I have very little experience on Quora, so I guess I just add this on to my original story.Well, at the time she was working for a huge urban Sheriff's Department. She was highly trained in criminal intelligence analysis. She knew how to search for people. She knew how to persevere. Her personality was such that she just didn't give up on things.But there was very little to go on. She had a name, age, and the state he was born in. But there was no reason to believe he still lived in Oklahoma. Or that he was even alive.But I guess here's the magical part. He did still live in Oklahoma, but he was working in Texas for awhile, and so he applied for a Texas driver's license. It showed up on the computer that a man with my name, who lived in Oklahoma, and was the appropriate age, applied for a Texas driver's license which revealed all the information it would take to get in touch with him.This was just sheer luck. My wife had access to TDL records, but not Oklahoma's. If he hadn't applied for that driver's license for whatever reason, it's very likely that she wouldn't have been able to find him.My wife was an extraordinary human being. She later became a private investigator and started a little company more as a hobby. She only took jobs that helped people. She earned the undying gratitude of many people.She was healthy and happy and a blessing to everyone who knew her until one day she started having trouble speaking and remembering, and within weeks she became completely helpless. She had creutzfeldt-jakob disease, an extremely rare brain disease that basically turns your brain into a sponge with holes all in it. It's fatal.She was dead within 2 months. How I survived I don't know. Of course, I loved her beyond measure. But she also loved and cared for me beyond measure my whole life. That's hard to lose.I put her in hospice and she was supposed to die within three days. No more than seven. She lasted for 23 days, and nobody had ever seen anything like it. She just wouldn't give up. The night she died, I told her she could go. Up until then, I was begging her not to leave me alone. I don't know how aware she was, but I whispered in her ear and promised that I would be happy again somehow. She died a couple of hours later.I thought that I was going to die of a broken heart. But I didn't.Sometimes I wonder about what happened to all of the people that she helped unite with their unknown families. But I would have to go through her case files, and I really can't stand the crushing pain.

Oh, yes! Several years ago, I had lost my house to foreclosure, and about six months later lost my car as well.The company I worked for at the time had an abandoned, older, little pickup truck sitting in weeds at the back of their lot, broken down, so I asked my supervisor, “If I get that old Mazda pickup running, would it be OK if I drive it?”He said it had sat there for over a year, unable to start, and left in the weeds to rust; “If you can get it running, you can drive it; make sure you have proper insurance.”The fix was not difficult and it was running within a day or so. It was filthy and beginning to rust—but it was running and I could drive it for free!Due to a divorce, a second child who needed support, and a maximum paycheck garnishment by the IRS, I had lost everything: home, car, and most of my (very modest) paycheck. I had no savings and no money to buy even a cheap used car.My girlfriend had allowed me to move into her house (with her mother and daughter living there as well). Thank God. I had nowhere else to go, and the money to rent nothing.After a month or two, my supervisor took me aside and told me that some of the other employees were beginning to complain that no one else in the company could take a vehicle home—not even the drivers! So I had a week to find something else to drive. Oh, crap.So, at the end of that day, I got my paycheck from my desk and went to the bank.My bank was closed for the day so I went to drop my paycheck into the night deposit box. As I pulled into the driveway of the bank, there was an unattended car sitting in the middle of the driveway and I drove around it. After I dropped off my paycheck, the car was still there but this time there was a woman standing outside it. I was too tired and depressed to stop to help, so I passed her and got on the highway to go home and continue my search for car money.After I drove a few blocks from the bank, my conscience got the better of me and I turned around and went back to the bank I had just left. The woman was removing some packages from the trunk of her car. I parked the pickup truck and asked her if she needed help; she said she had just called a girlfriend of hers to come get her and she complained that she only needed that car to run for a few more days and it had broken down.“Why only a few more days?” I asked.She said that her elderly father had just passed away, out of state, and she was his only child and executor of his will.“He has a nice Lincoln Town Car that I’m going to start driving and won’t need this one anymore. And now it dies on me!”“What were you going to do with it?”“I don’t know,” she replied. “Donate it, maybe. I paid it off years ago and got my money’s worth from it so I thought I’d donate it somewhere.”“Well… I don’t have a car…”She held the keys out: “Now you do!”She asked for help to push the car back into a parking space so it didn’t block the driveway into the bank, then asked for my girlfriend’s address so she could stop by to bring me the title before she moved back to New York. Of course, with her being busy packing to move, I never expected to see her again.When my girlfriend got home from work a few hours later that day, we drove her SUV back to the bank, hooked a chain up to the car, and towed it home. Now it was parked in the driveway at home. I cranked the engine over but it wouldn’t start, so I opened the hood. The problem? A small vacuum line had come off of its fitting. I put it back on and the car started fine. Time to fix? Five minutes.Two days later, the kind woman showed up at my girlfriend’s house, car title in hand. I offered her a $100 bill for the car—all that I had—and she politely refused to take it.To this day, many years later, I have no doubt in my mind that God Himself arranged for us to cross paths so that I could get what I needed but couldn’t afford. I still give thanks to this day for that mercy.(Edited for a few typos)