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 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 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 the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and
came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had
collected $96, which they 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 must have been those bastards
at the Post Office.

Sincerely yours
Edna"