was a man who worked for the Post
Office whose job was to
process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
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:
I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension.
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?
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.
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.
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.