Ted Toth
Elite Veteran
Location: Myrtle Beach S.C.
| There was this fellow who worked for the Post Office, whose job was to
process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
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."
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 $100.00 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?"
The postal worker was so touched that he went around the post office
and showed the letter to all of the other employees. Each of them dug
into their own money and came up with a donation. By the time he
finished the rounds, he had collected $96.00, which they put into an
envelope and sent out to her. The rest of the day, all of the workers felt
the warm glow of the kind thing they had done.
Christmas came and went. A few days later another letter came 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. By the way, there was $4 missing.
I think it must have been those thieving ba$tards at the Post Office."
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You don't stop laughing because you grow old, you grow old because you stopped laughing. |
