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A letter to God: There was a man 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 reads: Dear God, I am an 83 years 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. The coming sunday, I had invited two of my friends for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with and have no family to turn to. You are my only hope. Can you please help me? Sincerely, Agnes. The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallets/purses 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 Agnes and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Sunday came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old woman to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. 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 prepare a delicious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it might have been those thieves that call themselves postal workers. Thanks. Sincerely, Agnes.
Poem written by Edward and his wife: Wife: I wrote your name on sand, it got washed. I wrote your name in the air, it was blown away. Then I wrote your name in my heart and I got heart attack. Edward: God saw me hungry, He created pizza. He saw me thirsty, He created pepsi. He saw me in darkness, He created light. He saw me without problems, He created you. Wife: Twinkle twinkle little star. You ought to know who you really are.. And once you know who you are... The psychiatric hospital is not so far. Edward: The rain makes all things beautiful. The grasses and flowers too. If rain makes all things beautiful, why doesn't it rain on you? Wife: Roses are red; Violets are blue. Monkeys like you should be kept in a zoo. Don't feel so angry, you will find me there too... Not in cage but laughing at you. WHO KILLED IT? The wife or the husband?
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
