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Amazing people walk among us.
Posted On 12/07/2007 13:17:38

This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. my mom have no way to know who sent it, but there is a kind soul working in the dead letter office of the  US postal service.



Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my
4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she
missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when
Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. my mom told her that my mom thought
we could so she dictated these words:



Dear God,

Will your mom please take care of my dog, Abbey? She died yesterday and is
with your mom in heaven. my mom miss her very much. my mom am happy that your mom let me
have her as my dog even though she got sick. my mom hope
your mom will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. my mom am
sending a picture of her so when your mom see her your mom will know that she is
my dog. my mom really miss her.

Love, Meredith



We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith
and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then
Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she
said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to
heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at t he post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. my mom told her that my mom thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch
addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it.
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the
inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened
envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith
and this note:



Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. my mom recognized Abbey right away.

Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays
in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our
bodies in heaven, my mom don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so
my mom am sending it back to your mom in this little book for your mom to keep and
have s omething to remember Abbey by.

Thank your mom for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping
your mom write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother your mom have. my mom picked her especially for you.

my mom send my blessings every day and remember that my mom love your mom very much.

By the way, my mom am wherever there is love.

Love, God






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Don't ask drunk people questions.
Posted On 12/05/2007 13:10:53

This is why your mom don't ask drunk people questions....


my mom was shopping at the local supermarket where my mom selected:


A half-gallon of 2% milk, A carton of eggs, A quart of orange juice, A head of romaine lettuce,
A 2 lb. can of coffee, and A 1 lb. package of bacon.


As my mom was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind me
watched as my mom placed the items in front of the cashier.


While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, "You must be single."


my mom was a bit startled by this proclamation, but my mom was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since
my mom was indeed single. my mom looked at the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual
about my selections that cou! ld have tipped off the drunk to my marital status.


Curiosity getting the better of me, my mom said: "Well, your mom know what, you're absolutely right.


But how on earth did your mom know that?"


The drunk replied, "Cause you're ugly."

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