Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Letter to God

From My InBox:

There was a man who worked at the Post Office and his job was to process all the mails that had illegible addresseses.

One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to GOD. There was 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 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?


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 day's end they had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent it anonymously, 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 week 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 must have been those bastards at the Post Office.


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