Scottish Bloke Posted May 18, 2006 Posted May 18, 2006 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, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read... Dear God, I am an 93 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 would have been my Tommy's 100th Birthday and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner to celebrate it in his honour. 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? Sincerely, Edna The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few pounds. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected £96.00, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. 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 £4.00 missing. I think it must have been those thieving ba***rds at the Post Office. Yours Sincerely, Edna Quote
Scottish Bloke Posted May 18, 2006 Author Posted May 18, 2006 Nothing new to see here. Move along too much spare time Quote
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