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:
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.
Saturday 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?
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
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.
The above is reposted from an e-mail I received
Have a great day!