I am a
very sick boy little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She
is crying. "Don't cry, Mommy!" Mommy is always sad, but she says it's
not my fault. I asked her if it was God's fault, but she didn't answer, and
only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore.
The reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without a body. It
doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep. The doctors gave me an artificial
body. My body 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 employers don't hire crying people. I said,
"Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives
me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad. I
hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this letter.
Dr. Johansen said if you forward this letter then Bill Gates would team up with
AOL and do a survey with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect prayers from
school children all over America and take them up to space so that the angels
can hear them better. Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection
in church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me better
then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe just use my lungs
and heart, when the doctors make them. The doctors said that every time you
forward this letter, the astronauts could take another prayer to the angels.
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 letter, that's OK. Mommy says you're a mean heartless
person who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. What kind of
heartless person are you that you can't take a couple of measly minutes to
forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame for the
rest of their day, and then maybe help a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy?
Please help me. This is not very much fun. I try to be happy but it's hard. I
wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.
Billy 'Smiles' Evans
The boy with just a head, And a burlap sack for a body.