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 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 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 must have been
those bastards at the
Post Office.
Sincerely yours,
Edna