[ILUG-SOCIAL] Please read and HELP this very worthwhile cause !!!

[Niall O Broin]

Hello, 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 e-mail to everyone you know. Forward it
 to people you don't know, too. Dr. Johansensteiner said that for every
 person you forward this e-mail 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. They will then come back to earth and
 go to the Pope. 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 e-mail, that's okay. Mommy says you're a mean,
 rotten 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