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From the files of Huck Finn, of Upper Midwest fame...

There was a guy 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 86 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 to me.
By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it might have been those
basterds at the Post Office.
Sincerely,
Edna
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