God and the widow

Venom

> There was this young lad who worked in a post office sorting office, place
> whose job it was to handle all mail that had illegible addresses. One day
> a letter came to his department, addressed in a very shaky and spidery
> handwriting to none other than God. He
> thought, "Janey Mac, better open this one and see what it's all about." so
> he opened it and read:
>
> "Dear God, I am an 83-year-old widow in Raheny living on a very small
> pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a hundred euro in it,
> which was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday
> is Easter, and I had invited two of my pals over for dinner. Without that
> money, I have nothing to buy any 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 camp up with a few euro.
> By the time he made the rounds, he had collected 96euro, 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, this is that widow in Raheny. How can I ever thank you
> enough for what you did for me? Because of your generosity, I was able to
> arrange a really lovely dinner for my two friends. We had a very nice day,
> and I told my friends of your wonderful gift.
> "By the way, there was 4 euro missing. It was no doubt those thieving
> ****ers in the post office."
>

bozzie

V good
heard it beford though