rancid monkey
12-06-2006, 04:11 PM
There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it 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 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 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 must have been those b******s at the Post Office."
>>
>> Sincerely yours,
>> 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 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 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 must have been those b******s at the Post Office."
>>
>> Sincerely yours,
>> Edna"