One day a letter came to his desk, addressed, in shaky handwriting, to God. He thought,
“I better open this one and see what it’s all about.”
So he opened it and it read:
“Dear God, I am an 83-year-old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday
someone stole my purse. It had a hundred quid in it which was all the money I had urtil
my next pension payment.”
“This Sunday is Easter, 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?”
The postal worker was touched and went around showing the letter to all the others.
Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few quid.
By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96 which they put into an envelope
and sent over to her.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had
done.
Easter came and went, and a few days later came another letter 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 generosity, I was able to fix a lovely 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. It was no doubt those thieving scoundrels at the post
affice.”
