Reblogged from Bluebird of bitterness.
Wally was a postal worker who worked in the dead letter office. One Wednesday afternoon, a letter arrived addressed to God in shaky handwriting. Wally opened it and read:
I am an 81 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 check. Two of my dearest friends are coming to my house for dinner on Sunday, but without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Please help me.
Wally was deeply moved. He showed the letter to his fellow workers, and they all decided to take up a collection to help the widow. When everyone had contributed, they had $95, which Wally put into an envelope and mailed to…
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