One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. He thought,
"I better open this one and see what it's all about."
So he opened it and it read:
"Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse.
It had a hundred dollars in it which was all the money I had until my next pension check." "Next Sunday is Easter,
It had a hundred dollars in it which was all the money I had until my next pension check." "Next Sunday is Easter,


