There was a man who worked for the Post Office, whose job it was to process
all the mail that had illegible addresses.
One day, a letter came to his desk, addressed in a shaky handwriting,to God.
He thought he should open it to see what it was about. He opened it and
read:
Dear God,
I am an 93 year old widow, living on a very small
pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had
$100.00 in it, which was all the money I had until my
next pension check. 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. I 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 of the other
workers. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few dollars. By
the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96.00, which they put into an
envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all of the workers felt
a warm glow for the kind thing they had done. Christmas came and went. A few
days later, another letter came from the old lady, to God.
All of 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 must
have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office.
Sincerely,
Edna
