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> There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to
> process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
>
> One 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:
>
> 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 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?
>
> 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 might have been those bastards at the post office.
>
> Sincerely, Edna
> process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
>
> One 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:
>
> 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 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?
>
> 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 might have been those bastards at the post office.
>
> Sincerely, Edna
