A postman picked up a piece of outgoing mail on his usual route. It was an envelope clipped to the mailbox with a clothes pin. It was addressed simply "To God" but no address. The handwriting on the envelope was "shaky" suggesting that the writer must most likely be an elderly person. Knowing it could never be delivered since it had no specific address, he decided to open it to see what it was all about.
The letter read:
Dear God,
I am a 104-year-old spinster 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, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?
Sincerely,
Edna
The postal worker was so touched by the letter. After he got back to the postal station, he decided to share it with his co-workers. Each one who read the letter was equally touched, and by the time the postman and the letter made the rounds, $96 had been collected.. The money was put in an envelope with no indication as to where or who it came from. Everyone felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the Christmas dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Having previously made a mental note of the old woman's home address, during the next day's delivery, the postman placed the envelope of donations in Edna's mailbox.
A few days after Christmas, another outgoing "address-less" envelope "To God" was clipped on to the old lady's mailbox. All the workers gathered around as the envelope was opened and the postman read the letter's contents aloud so that everyone could hear.
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 Christmas dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, $4 of the $100 were missing. I think it might have been stolen by those bastards at the Post Office.
Sincerely,
Edna
The letter read:
Dear God,
I am a 104-year-old spinster 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, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?
Sincerely,
Edna
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The postal worker was so touched by the letter. After he got back to the postal station, he decided to share it with his co-workers. Each one who read the letter was equally touched, and by the time the postman and the letter made the rounds, $96 had been collected.. The money was put in an envelope with no indication as to where or who it came from. Everyone felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the Christmas dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Having previously made a mental note of the old woman's home address, during the next day's delivery, the postman placed the envelope of donations in Edna's mailbox.
A few days after Christmas, another outgoing "address-less" envelope "To God" was clipped on to the old lady's mailbox. All the workers gathered around as the envelope was opened and the postman read the letter's contents aloud so that everyone could hear.
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 Christmas dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, $4 of the $100 were missing. I think it might have been stolen by those bastards at the Post Office.
Sincerely,
Edna
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