In today’s reminder that God may or may not work in mysterious ways — and may still be a vengeful, wrathful God at that — here’s a little old lady’s gracious acknowledgment of a higher power’s role in winning a clock radio. Oh, and possibly the destruction of her roommate’s clock radio…
If you have trouble reading cursive, I’ve transcribed the letter after the jump. And since there’s no greeting, some comma splices, and only one possible subject mentioned as a possible addressee, I’ve also taken the liberty of marking up the letter for ease of reading.
God, bless you for the beautiful radio I won at Your recent senior citizens luncheon.
I am 84 years old and live at the country home for the aged. All my people are gone, and it’s nice to know some_one thinks of me.
God, bless you for your kindness to an old forgotten lady.
My roommate is 95 and always had her own radio, but would never let me listen to it. The other day her radio fell and broke into a lot of pieces. It was awful. She asked if she could listen to mine, and I said fuck you.