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 just before Christmas, a letter landed on his desk, simply addressed
in shaky handwriting to "God". With no other clue on the envelope, he opened
the letter and read:
I am an 83 year old widow living on the State pension. Yesterday someone
stole my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all the money I had in the
world and no pension due until after Christmas. Next week is Christmas and I
had invited two of my friends over for Xmas dinner. Without that money, I
have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my
God, can you please help me?"
The postal worker was really touched, and put a copy of the letter up on the
Staff Notice board, at the main sorting office where he worked.
The letter touched the other postmen and they all dug into their pockets and
had a whip round.
Between them they raised £96. Using an official franked Post Office
envelope, they sent the cash on to the old lady, and for the rest of the
day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had
Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter simply addressed
to "God" landed in the Sorting Office. Many of the postmen gathered around
while the letter was opened.
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your
generosity, I was able to provide a lovely dinner for my friends. We had a
very nice day, and I told my friends of your wonderful gift - in fact we
haven't gotten over it and our Vicar is beside himself with joy.
By the way, there was £4 missing.
I think it must have been those thieving b**tards at the Post Office."
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