Before anyone says anything this may have been posted before but just in case it has not here goes.
Dear God
> A man
> who worked for the Post Office had the job of processing 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
> invited two friends over for dinner. Without that
> money, I have nothing to buy food with, 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 might
> have been those bastards at the post
> office.
> Sincerely,
> Edna
Dear God
> A man
> who worked for the Post Office had the job of processing 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
> invited two friends over for dinner. Without that
> money, I have nothing to buy food with, 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 might
> have been those bastards at the post
> office.
> Sincerely,
> Edna