Post by Tony on Jan 25, 2006 12:35:52 GMT
I know this is a bit early for Xmas, but at least it's on here 
A Christmas tale to warm your hearts...
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, at 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
beside himself with joy.
By the way, there was £4 missing. I think it must have been those
thieving b*stards at the Post Office."
A Christmas tale to warm your hearts...
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, at 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
beside himself with joy.
By the way, there was £4 missing. I think it must have been those
thieving b*stards at the Post Office."
