RitcheyRch
11-15-2006, 06:04 AM
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 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
all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed
in 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