There was this fellow who worked in a post office whose job it was to
process all 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 a hundred dollars in it which
was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is
Easter, 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?" 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 dollars,
which they put into an envelope and sent over to her. The rest of the
day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had done.
Easter 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 generosity, I was able to fix a lovely 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 dollars missing. It was no doubt those thieving
*******s at the post office."
But I am working on it.
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