Some people have too much time on their hands (like me, cause I posted it here for you to read! hehe)
>Dear Reader, 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 person who sent you this email and he will
> forward it 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 bile of 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
>Dear Reader, 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 person who sent you this email and he will
> forward it 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 bile of 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
