melikedonutz
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Manfred and I found each other when I toured Europe after college. When I was walking on a street in Dublin, I tripped and fell on the sidewalk, injuring my right knee and fracturing my left arm. An incredibly handsome young man called for an ambulance and stayed with me until it came. He said his name was Manfred and that he was touring Ireland for a travel book he was writing. He visited me everyday in a hospital until I was released. Then we left on a visit to his family home in Austria and we've never been apart. I consider my accident in Ireland to have been the greatest luck of my life.