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 an 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 at the main Fareham 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 £95. [$190
USD] Using an officially 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
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 [$10 USD] missing. I think it must
have been those thieving fellows at the Post Office.”
George could not help musing on Oscar Wilde’s quote: ‘A good deed never
goes unpunished’
This was a mail which my dad sent me :)
“Dear God,
I am an 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 at the main Fareham 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 £95. [$190 USD] Using an officially 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 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 [$10 USD] missing. I think it must have been those thieving fellows at the Post Office.”
George could not help musing on Oscar Wilde’s quote: ‘A good deed never goes unpunished’
