November 4, 2006

This is what you get for being nice

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 all 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
Can you please help me?

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 his 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 about 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.

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