Post Office - Dear God

A letter written in a childish scrawl came to the post office
addressed to "God". A postal employee, not knowing exactly what
to do with the letter, opened it and read: "Dear God, my name 
is Jimmy. I am 6 years old. My father is dead and my Mom is
having a hard time raising me and my sister.  
Would you please send us $500?"

The postal employee was touched. He showed the letter to his
fellow workers and all decided to kick in a few dollars each
and send it to the family. They were able to raise $300.

A couple of weeks later they received a second letter.  
The boy thanked God but ended with this request: 
"Next time would you send the money directly to us?  
If you send it through the post office they deduct $200."