There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to
process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
One day,
a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address. He
thought he should open it to see what it was about.
The
letter read:
Dear God,
I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small
pension.
Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all
the money I had until my next pension payment.
Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over
for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family
to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help
me?
Sincerely,
Edna
The
postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each
one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars.
By the
time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope
and sent to the woman.
The rest
of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she
would be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went.
A few
days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God.
All the
workers gathered around while the letter was opened.
It
read:
Dear God,
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?
Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for
my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful
gift.
By the way, there was $4 missing.
I think it might have been those bastards at the post
office.
Sincerely,
Edna
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