Dear Sir, - It is some time since I have written to you but on reading a letter from a reader telling how he met a girl who was interested in earrings, made me decide to write you this letter and tell you how I came to meet the man to whom I am now engaged
As you know, I am a cripple, with only one leg. When buying shoes, I go to a certain shop where the manager is most sympathetic and, as his is one of a chain of shops, he can let m, have a single shoe at a time, being able to get one without upsetting his stack.
The other month I went in for a shoe, and there found a young man busy trying on shoes. From his conversation, I knew that he, too, was one-legged, and that the kindly manager also obliged him. To cut a long story short, we were introduced, and later went to have a coffee together, when we discussed the problems facing the one-legged. This started a friendship that is now to end in wedding bells.
My boy friend is a commercial artist, so his one-leggedness is not against him. At first, our folks were up against the marriage, as they said our mutual handicap would make the running of a household impossible; but we cut bits out of the paper telling of blind couples who married, and apparently managed very well; and when Dick's mother said that she would love to do our house-keeping for us (she is a widow), that solved our problems in the neatest possible way.
I thought you might be interested in knowing how a mutual incapability brought two people together, so I have written you this letter with Dick's consent.
Yours truly,
Dawn