Can you bear it?

Ever since he was little, a man always had a fear of someone under his bed at night. So he went to a counsellor and told him, ‘I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going nuts.’ ‘Just put yourself in my hands for one year,’ the counsellor said. ‘Talk to me 3 times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears.’ ‘How much do you charge?’ ‘One hundred fifty dollars per visit.’ ‘I'll sleep on it,’ the man said. Six months later the counsellor met him on the street. ‘Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?’ he asked. ‘Well, $150 a visit, 3 times a week for a year, is $23,400.00. A barmaid cured me for $10.00. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought a new car.’ ‘Is that so?’ said the counsellor. ‘And how, may I ask, did a barmaid cure you?’ ‘She told me to cut the legs off the bed. Ain't nobody under there now!’

There was a man who worked for the Post Office, whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came to his desk addressed in shaky handwriting to God. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. He opened it and read: 'Dear God, I am a 93-year-old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $200 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension. 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. I 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 his fellow workers. Each of them dug into their wallets and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $196, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all of the workers felt a warm glow for the kind thing they had done. Christmas came and went. A few days later another letter came from the old lady to God. All of 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 must have been those thieves at the Post Office. Sincerely, Edna.'