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 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



The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all of 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, 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 bastards at the Post
Office.

Sincerely,
Edna

THAT WAS FUNNY

cute

good one cuz!
y'all are on a roll huh?...lol...

i'll have to repaeat that one to my father in law he worked for the p.o
for 30 yrs. he'll get a kick out of it.