UK Disability Resource of Disabled Needs

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 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 cheque. 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. 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, 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 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 must have been those thieving bastards at
the Post Office.

Sincerely yours
Edna.

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