Critics were (as usual) were just dead wrong on this film

I agree with the critics. You must have a high tolerance for trite sentimentality to like this film. One wonders why the film switches to Spain from New York about half-way in and then groan, or laugh, when the movie unfolds the unbelievable coincidence of the Spanish boy in the bus looking out the window at the woman just hit and killed by his bus eventually marrying her daughter (born at her death!) after just happening to meet her on a park bench somewhere in that vast city (and they never spent a night apart for the next 42 years)! Truly stuff made only, one thought, for Hallmark movies. And from the numbers on IMDB (a measly 12,000 ratings) it doesn't appear to be making much viewer headway.