A worker for the US Postal Service whose job
it was to process all mail that had illegible addresses. One day a letter came to his
desk, addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. He thought, "Oh boy, better open this
one and see what it's all about."
So he opened it and read: "Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow living on a very small
pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had 100 dollars in it which was all the
money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Easter, 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, and went around showing the letter to all the others. Each
of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the
rounds, he had collected 96 dollars, which they put into an envelope and sent over to her.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had
done.
Easter came and went, and a few days later came another letter 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 did for me? Because of your
generosity, I was able to fix a lovely 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 dollars missing. I think
it must have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office."
