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:
>
> 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 payment. 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, 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 might
> have been those bastards at the post office.
>
> Sincerely,
>
> Edna