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.  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 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.

Sincerely,
Edna