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Fdd>message:

Another Leela of Bhagavan:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 read:

Dear God,

 

I am an 83 year 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. Next Sunday is

Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner.

Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to

turn to, and you are my only hope.

Can you please help me?

Sincerely,

Edna

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the

other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet 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 Edna and the dinner she

would be able to share with her friends.

Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the

same old lady to God. 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 gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious 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 bastards at the post office.

 

SINCERELY,

Edna

 

 

 

 

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Dear Sri N. P. R. Nair,

 

Thank you and Sri Guruvayurappan may bless you, for forwarding me this.

 

Actually I am a recovered patient of psychosis episode and pulling on the days on tablets in a sleepy mood always. This story is really an art, which kept me the whole day in a happy mood. My life is also like that postal employee. Whenever I do something for the betterment of others, I am getting a negative result.

--- On Tue, 2/16/10, mprnair <nairradhakrishnan wrote:

mprnair <nairradhakrishnan[Guruvayur] FW: Fw: Letter to God"gurvayoor " <guruvayur >Tuesday, February 16, 2010, 4:03 AM

 

 

Fdd>message:

Another Leela of Bhagavan:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 read: Dear God, I am an 83 year 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. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?Sincerely, Edna The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug

into his or her wallet 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 Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. 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 gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious 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 bastards at the post office.SINCERELY,Edna

 

 

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Dear Sir,

Hope you resort to Namajapam as much as possible.Hare Rama ---is good.Also reading Narayaneeyam,Bhagavatam or listening to them in live,through CD/Cassette etc

May God bless you

 

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--- On Tue, 16/2/10, Alakkal Sasidharan <alakkal_dharan wrote:

Alakkal Sasidharan <alakkal_dharanRe: [Guruvayur] FW: Fw: Letter to Godguruvayur Date: Tuesday, 16 February, 2010, 3:51 PM

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Sri N. P. R. Nair,

 

Thank you and Sri Guruvayurappan may bless you, for forwarding me this.

 

Actually I am a recovered patient of psychosis episode and pulling on the days on tablets in a sleepy mood always. This story is really an art, which kept me the whole day in a happy mood. My life is also like that postal employee. Whenever I do something for the betterment of others, I am getting a negative result.

--- On Tue, 2/16/10, mprnair <nairradhakrishnan@ hotmail.com> wrote:

mprnair <nairradhakrishnan@ hotmail.com>[Guruvayur] FW: Fw: Letter to God"gurvayoor " <guruvayur@grou ps.com>Tuesday, February 16, 2010, 4:03 AM

 

 

Fdd>message:

Another Leela of Bhagavan:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 read: Dear God, I am an 83 year 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. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?Sincerely, Edna The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug

into his or her wallet 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 Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. 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 gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious 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 bastards at the post office.SINCERELY,Edna

 

 

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Dear Mr Sasidharan,Don't worry about the negative feed backs you get. Never get discouraged by them. Just remember how much negative the Pandavar faced. Still what did Kunthi ask for more of the negatives, so that she can remember Kannan. Be encouraged by the positive and keep doing what you think to be correct. Every thing will turn positive one day. What is important is our positive thinking, our positive actions and our positive hopes. Our actions, our thoughts and hopes always counts.SincerelyUdayabhanu Panickaraum namaH Shivaya BEAUTY ENHANCEMENT PRODUCTS SUCH AS LIPSTICK, MASCARA, EYE LASHES,TOOTH PASTE, MOUTH WASH, LOTIONS, SOAP,MOISTURIZERS, SHAMPOOS, SUNSCREENS, HAIR DYES, PERFUMES, BABY WIPES, DIAPER CREAMS, LOTIONS, MOISTURIZERS, SHAMPOOS, SKIN WHITENERS (A PRODUCT AIMED AT PEOPLE OF AFRICAN AND ASIAN ORIGIN) AND MANY MORE ITEMS SUPPOSED TO BE SAFE. BUT ACCORDING TO THE BOOK “TOXIC BEAUTY†WRITTEN BY DR SAMUEL S. EPSTEIN, MAJORITY OF THEM ARE SERIOUS HEALTH RISK. --- On Tue, 2/16/10, Alakkal Sasidharan <alakkal_dharan wrote:Alakkal Sasidharan <alakkal_dharanRe: [Guruvayur] FW: Fw: Letter to Godguruvayur Date: Tuesday, February 16, 2010, 5:21 AM

 

 

Dear Sri N. P. R. Nair,

 

Thank you and Sri Guruvayurappan may bless you, for forwarding me this.

 

Actually I am a recovered patient of psychosis episode and pulling on the days on tablets in a sleepy mood always. This story is really an art, which kept me the whole day in a happy mood. My life is also like that postal employee. Whenever I do something for the betterment of others, I am getting a negative result.

--- On Tue, 2/16/10, mprnair <nairradhakrishnan@ hotmail.com> wrote:

mprnair <nairradhakrishnan@ hotmail.com>[Guruvayur] FW: Fw: Letter to God"gurvayoor " <guruvayur@grou ps.com>Tuesday, February 16, 2010, 4:03 AM

 

 

Fdd>message:

Another Leela of Bhagavan:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 read: Dear God, I am an 83 year 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. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?Sincerely, Edna The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug

into his or her wallet 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 Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. 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 gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious 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 bastards at the post office.SINCERELY,Edna

 

 

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Dont worry.

Such instances are not rare.

Only if the recipient thanks, (by mistake?)it is a rarity.

Sarvam Sree Krishnarpanamasthu!

Viswanathan--- On Tue, 2/16/10, Alakkal Sasidharan <alakkal_dharan wrote:

Alakkal Sasidharan <alakkal_dharanRe: [Guruvayur] FW: Fw: Letter to Godguruvayur Date: Tuesday, February 16, 2010, 2:21 AM

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Sri N. P. R. Nair,

 

Thank you and Sri Guruvayurappan may bless you, for forwarding me this.

 

Actually I am a recovered patient of psychosis episode and pulling on the days on tablets in a sleepy mood always. This story is really an art, which kept me the whole day in a happy mood. My life is also like that postal employee. Whenever I do something for the betterment of others, I am getting a negative result.

--- On Tue, 2/16/10, mprnair <nairradhakrishnan@ hotmail.com> wrote:

mprnair <nairradhakrishnan@ hotmail.com>[Guruvayur] FW: Fw: Letter to God"gurvayoor " <guruvayur@grou ps.com>Tuesday, February 16, 2010, 4:03 AM

 

 

Fdd>message:

Another Leela of Bhagavan:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 read: Dear God, I am an 83 year 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. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?Sincerely, Edna The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug

into his or her wallet 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 Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. 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 gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious 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 bastards at the post office.SINCERELY,Edna

 

 

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Honestly you should send a nice decent letter to Miss EDna that the gesture was

from the postoffice mail man who took pity on her. because Guruvayoor appan had

blessed him to do a good thing in life.

it is heartnening to find people who complain about things that was missing

rather than what is there.

thanks for sharing this story.

i would definaltey write to her.

 

sumans

 

 

guruvayur , " mprnair " <nairradhakrishnan wrote:

>

> Fdd>message:

>

> Another Leela of Bhagavan:

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 read:

>

> Dear God,

>

> I am an 83 year 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. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited

> two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to

> buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope.

> Can you please help me?

> Sincerely,

> Edna

>

> The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other

> workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet 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 Edna and the dinner she would be able to share

> with her friends.

>

> Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the

> same old lady to God. 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

> gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious 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 bastards at the

> post office.

>

> SINCERELY,

> Edna

>

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