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  • Writer's pictureDr. CK Bray

Happy Holidays! Be Sure and Help Someone so They Can Get Mad at You!

Updated: Sep 21, 2021

The Holidays are quickly approaching and I hope this email finds you ready for the Holiday Season. Be sure to rest, relax and enjoy this special time of year. Be on the lookout for service opportunities for those less fortunate than you, you never know the outcome of your kind actions. Read below.

Chippenham George worked for the Post Office and his job 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, George opened the letter and read:

Dear God,

I am a 93 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 Christmas lunch. 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?

Chippenham George was really touched, and being kind-hearted, he put a copy of the letter up on the staff notice board where he worked. The letter touched the other postmen and they all dug into their pockets and donated what they could. Between them they raised $95. Using an official Post Office envelope, they sent the cash 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' arrived at the Post Office. Many of the postmen gathered around while George opened the letter. 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 luncheon 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 even Father John, our parish priest, is beside himself with joy. By the way, there was $5 missing. I think it must have been those thieving fellows at the Post Office.


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