A postal worker had worked in the Postal Service for a number of years. His job was to process all mail that had illegible/undeliverable addresses. One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in very shaky handwriting to God, Heaven. He thought, "I better open this one and see what it's all about." So he opened it and it read:"Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a hundred dollars in it which was all the money I had until my next pension check." "This week is Thanksgiving, 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 in the office. Each of them dug into their wallet and came up with a few dollars.By the time he finished making the rounds, they had collected 96 dollars, which they put into an envelope and sent over to her. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had done.Thanksgiving came and went, and a few days later came another letter 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 you, I was able to make a lovely 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 four dollars missing. It was probably those thieving bastards at the post office."
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