There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to process

all the mail that had illegible addresses.

One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God, with no
actual address.

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 payment.

Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends.
Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, and have no
family to turn to. 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. Each came up with a few dollars.

By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which he 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 same 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 might have been those bastards at the post office.

Sincerely,
Edna