There was 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 but had no actual address.
He opened the letter to see what it was in it.
The letter read:
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 have until my next
Next Sunday is Christmas and I had invited two of my dearest friends to lunch.
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?
The postal worker was deeply touched and showed the letter to all the other workers.
Each one pulled out wallets or purses and came up with a few pounds.
By the time he made the rounds he had collected £96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the lady.
For the remainder of the day those kindly workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the meal she would now 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.
The workers gathered around while the letter was opened.
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did?
Because of your kindness and generosity I was able to cook a glorious
Christmas lunch for my friends.
We had a lovely day and I told my friends of your wonderful
By the way, there was £4 missing.
I think it might have been those thieving bastards at the post office”.