Post by PLAISTOW on Sept 6, 2006 19:58:17 GMT 1
There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to process all
the mail that had illegible adresses. One day, a letter came adressed in a
shaky handwriting to God. 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 come 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 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 didfor me? Because of your
gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had
avery 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 thieving bastards at
the Post Office.
SSincerely
Edna
the mail that had illegible adresses. One day, a letter came adressed in a
shaky handwriting to God. 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 come 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 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 didfor me? Because of your
gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had
avery 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 thieving bastards at
the Post Office.
SSincerely
Edna
