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 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 93 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 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 the other
workers. Each one dug into their wallets 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:
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 bastards at
the Post Office.
