I found this on the internet, and just had to post it here. Enjoy!
Subject: Help this little boy by doing what this email says. NASA and Bill Gates will help, YOU CAN TOO.
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 really play baseball. Right now I can only play third
base - literally.
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 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. Send as much as you can.
qwerty........"I think I have a good idea but, what's a burlap bag"?