> 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 bastards at
> > the Post Office
> >
