There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was toprocess all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a lettercame 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. Yesterdaysomeone stole my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all the money Ihad until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I hadinvited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I havenothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are myonly hope. Can you please help me?
Sincerely,Edna
Dear God,I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterdaysomeone stole my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all the money Ihad until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I hadinvited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I havenothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are myonly hope. Can you please help me?
Sincerely,Edna
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the otherworkers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a fewpound. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected £96, whichthey 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 shewould be able to share with her friends. Christmas came and went. Afew 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 ofyour gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for myfriends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of yourwonderful gift. By the way, there was £4 missing.I think it must have been those b@stards at the Post Office.
Sincerely yours,Edna
Dear God,How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because ofyour gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for myfriends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of yourwonderful gift. By the way, there was £4 missing.I think it must have been those b@stards at the Post Office.
Sincerely yours,Edna
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