LadyFish
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There was this chap who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.<br /><br />One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. He thought, "Oh boy, better open this one and see what it's all about."<br /><br />So he opened it and read: "Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had £100<br />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?"<br /><br />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 pounds.<br /> <br />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 the warm glow of the kind thing they had done.<br /> <br />Christmas 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 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.<br /><br />By the way, there was £4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving *******s at the Post Office". 
