Take the time to READ ALL OF THIS....you won't
be sorry.......
My name is Billy Evans. I am a very sick little 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 "Smiles" Evans :^)
P.S. You can send money to the person who sent you
this because that person is very
trustworthy. :^)