(Of course it's not so funny if you happen to be a postman.)
Subject: The postal worker
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 93 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
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