>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. 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 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 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
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. It must have been those thieving
fvckers
>at the Post Office.
>Sincerely, Edna

 

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