There was a man who worked for the Post Office, whose job was to process
all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came to
his desk addressed, in a shaky handwriting, to God. He thought he should
open it to see what it was about. 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 $100.00 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
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The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the
other workers. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with
a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected
$96.00, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman.
The rest of the day, all of the workers felt a warm glow for the
kind thing they had done. Christmas came and went.
A few days later, another letter came from the old lady, addressed
to God. All of 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 thieving !!!!!!!s at
the Post Office."
Letter to God 
