Post by Rudy on Dec 3, 2004 22:27:19 GMT -5
There was this fellow who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came to his desk, addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. He thought, "Oh, boy, better open this one and see what it's all about." So he opened it and 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 2 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?
The postal worker was touched, and went around showing the
letter to all the others. Each of them dug into his 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 over to
her.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt the warm glow of the kind
thing they had done. Christmas came and went and a few days
later came another letter 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. I think it
must have been those thieving b*stards at the Post Office.
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 2 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?
The postal worker was touched, and went around showing the
letter to all the others. Each of them dug into his 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 over to
her.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt the warm glow of the kind
thing they had done. Christmas came and went and a few days
later came another letter 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. I think it
must have been those thieving b*stards at the Post Office.