Christmas Charity

A man who worked for the Post Office whose job 
was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting 
to God with a jerkily written address. He thought he 
should open it to see what it was  about.


The letter read:

Dear God,
I am an 83 year  old widow, living on a very small pension. 
Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which 
was all the money I had until my next pension payment.
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, 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 dollars. By the time he made the 
rounds, he had collected $96, 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. Christmas came and went.
A few days later, another letter came from the same 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 might have been those bastards at the post office.

Sincerely, Edna

Thank You Mr. Trailbee!