In Mysterious Ways....
There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose
job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
One day just before Christmas, a letter landed on his
desk, simply addressed in shaky handwriting to "God". With no other clue on the envelope, he opened the
letter and read:
"Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow
living on the State pension. Yesterday someone stole
my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all the money
I had in the world and no pension due until after
Christmas.
Next week is Christmas and I had invited two of my
friends over for Xmas dinner. Without that money, I
have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to
turn to, and you are my only hope. God, can you please
help me?"
The postal worker was really touched, and put a copy
of the letter up on the Staff Notice board, at the
main sorting office where he worked.
The letter touched the other postmen and they all dug
into their pockets and had a whip round. Between them
they raised £96.
Using an official franked Post Office envelope, they
sent the cash on to the old lady, and for the rest of
the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of
the nice thing they had done.
Christmas came and went. A few days later, another
letter simply addressed to "God" landed in the Sorting
Office. Many of the postmen 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 generosity,
I was able to provide a lovely dinner for my friends.
We had a very nice day, and I told my friends of your
wonderful gift - in fact we haven't gotten over it and
our Vicar is beside himself with joy.
By the way, there was £4 missing. I think it must
have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office."
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