I didn't believe this-BUT IT REALLY WORKS! I found a check for $3,876.53 in my mailbox just TEN DAYS after I initially forwarded it. Please...try to help this very poor little boy with more challenges than we could ever imagine!
Hello Everyone: I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. But she is crying. "Don't cry mommy." Mommy is always sad, but she says it's not my fault. I asked her if it was God's fault, but she didn't answer, and only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore.
The reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep. The doctors gave me an artificial body. My body is burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us havin' no money. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't work because she said employers don't hire crying people. I said don't cry, mommy and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap, and it chafes her bad. I hope someone will help me. You can help me if you forward this e-mail. Dr. Johansen said if you forward this that Bill Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children from all over America and take them up to space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in his church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me get better then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe just use lungs and heart, when the doctors make them. The doctors said that every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take another prayer to the angels. Please help me. Mommy is sad, and I want a body. I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn 10. If you don't forward this e-mail, that's o.k. Mommy says that just means you're a mean heartless son-of-a-bitch who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, that she hopes you die a slow horrible death so you can burn in hell. What kind of person are you that you can't take 5 minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and them maybe help a poor, bodiless 9 year-old boy? Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy but it's hard. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.
Thank You! Billy 'Smiles' Evans, The boy with just a head. And a burlap sack for a body.