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There was this fellow who worked for the Post Office whose job it 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 £50 in it, which was all the money I had until

my next pension check. Next Sunday is Easter, 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 touched, and went around showing the letter to all

the others.

Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few quid.

By the time he made the rounds, he had collected £46.00, 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.

Easter 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 bastards at

the Post Office.

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