Post by Gary on Dec 19, 2005 19:19:04 GMT
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, a! t ! 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 besid! e himself
with joy.
By the way, there was £4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving
b******s at the Post Office."
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, a! t ! 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 besid! e himself
with joy.
By the way, there was £4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving
b******s at the Post Office."
