Local Bias Sends Holiday Cheer

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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  with no
actual 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