There was this fellow who worked for the Post Office whose job it >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, >"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 $100.00 >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?" > > 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 $96.00, >which > > they put into an envelope and sent over to her. The rest of the day, >all > > the workers felt the warm glow of the kind thing they had done. > > Christmas came and went. A few days later another letter came 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 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 bastards at the Post Office."