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Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by okie, Aug 21, 2008.

  1. okie

    okie GT Mayor

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    Oct 28, 2001
    Muskogee Ok.
    A man worked in a post office. His job was to process all mail that had
    illegible addresses. One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in a shaky
    handwriting to God. He thought, “I better open this one and see what it’s all

    So he opened it and it read: “Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow
    living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a
    hundred dollars in it which was all the money I had until my next pension
    check.” “Next Sunday is Easter, and I had invited two of my friends over for
    dinner. 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?”

    The postal worker was touched, and went around showing the letter to all the
    others. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the
    time he made the rounds, he had collected 96 dollars, which they put into an
    envelope and sent over to her. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm
    glow thinking of the nice thing they had done.

    Easter came and went, and a few days later came another letter 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 generosity, I was able to fix a lovely 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 dollars missing. It was no doubt those thieving bastards at the
    post office.”
  2. kevin101


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    Jan 23, 2006
    Upstate NY