Sunday, November 4, 2012

God, those postmen stole my money!

Dorji works in a post office in a sulky town in the Far East. His job was to check on the mails (letters) and process it, which had illegible or faulty addresses.  
So one day, when he was deeply engrossed in his scheduled work, his eye caught an unprecedented address on a brown envelope. On it was written, ‘to god.’
He thought, he might as well open it and see what that is all about.

Inside was letter crafted with a shaky handwriting and it read:

Dear god,
I am an 83 year old widow living on a very small pension from the army headquarter. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a hundred Ngultrum in it, which was all the money I had, until my next pension check."
"Next Sunday is Blessed Rainy Day, and I had planned a humble dinner for my two children. But without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. My wife died a month ago and I don’t have any family to turn to, so you are my only hope. Can you please help me?"  
The postal worker was immensely touched, and went around showing the letter to all the others. Each of them dug into their wallet and came up with a few notes. By the time he made tone round, he had collected 96 Ngultrum, which he put into an envelope and sent over to him.

Several days elapsed and all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had  done. Blessed Rainy Day came and went. So few days later came another letter, from the old man to God, again. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. 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 fix a lovely dinner for my two sons. We had a very nice day, and  I told my sons of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was 4 ngultrum missing. It is no doubt that, it’s the work those thieving bastards at the post office !!!!!!

Ha ha…. Did such a thing happen to you guys? It sure did with me. You know, you try and do some generous deed to other, with a hope that they would actually thank you but they repay you in a mind boggling manner. The down side is; we just can’t do anything, like those post men.  Quite a gratitude right?


  1. Hahaha! Very funny. Life's like that. However, it is understandable that the widower would think that way because his purse had been stolen a few days before.

  2. Nice one always happens.. Nice post.