A man worked in a post office. His job 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, “I better open this one and see what it’s all
So he opened it and it 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 bastards at the
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