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
