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My name is Billy Evans, and I'm a
nine-year-old
>> boy. My mother is
>> > > typing this for me, because I can't. She is
>>
crying. The reason she
>> > is so
>> > > sad
>> > > is because I'm so sick. I
was born without a body.
>> It doesn't hurt,
>> > except
>> > > when I try to breathe.
>> > >
>> > > The doctors gave me an artificial body. It is a
>> burlap bag filled
>> > with
>> > > leaves. The doctors said that was the best they
>> could do on account
>> > of
>> > > us having no money or insurance. I would like to
>> have a body
>>
> > transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't
>> work because she
>> > said
>>
> > nobody hires
>> > > crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she
>> hugged my burlap
>> > > bag.
>> > >
>> > > Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's
>>
allergic to burlap and
>> > it
>> > > makes her sneeze and chafes her real bad.
>>
> >
>> > > I hope you will help me.
>> > >
>> > > You can help me if
you forward this email to
>> everyone you know.
>> > Forward
>> > > it to people you
don't know, too. Dr. Johansen
>> said that for every
>> > > person you forward this email to, Bill
Gates will
>> team up with AOL
>> > and
>> > > send a nickel to NASA. With that funding,
NASA
>> will collect prayers
>> > > from school children all over America and have the
>>
astronauts take
>> > them up
>> > > into space so that the angels can hear them
>>
better. Then they will
>> > come
>> > > back to earth and go to the Pope, and he will take
>>
up a collection
>> > in
>> > > church and send all the money to the doctors. The
>>
doctors could help
>> > me
>> > > get better then.
>> > >
>> > >
Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball.
>> Right now I can only
>> > be
>> > >
third base.
>> > >
>> > > Every time you forward this letter, the astronauts
>>
can take more
>> > > prayers to the angels and my dream will be closer
>> to coming true.
>>
> >
>> > > Please help me.
>> > >
>> > > Mommy is so sad, and I want
a body. I don't want
>> my leaves to rot
>> > > before I turn 10. If you don't forward this email,
>> that's okay.
>> > Mommy says
>> > >
>> > > you're a mean and heartless
bastard 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, she hopes you die a
>> long slow
>> > horrible
>> > > death
>> >
> and then burn forever in hell. What kind of cruel
>> person are you
>> > that
>> >
> you can't take five freakin' minutes to forward
>> this to all your
>> > > friends so that
they can feel guilt and shame
>> about ignoring a poor,
>> > > bodiless
>> > > nine-year-old
boy?
>> > >
>> > > Please help me. I try to be happy, but it's hard.
>> > >
>> > > I wish I had a kitty. I wish I could hold a kitty.
>> I wish I could
>> > hold
>> > > a kitty that wouldn't chew on me and try to bury
>> its turds in the
>> > leaves
>> > > of my burlap body. I wish that very much.
>> > >
>> > > Thank You,
>> > > Billy "Smiley" Evans
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