Heartbreaking letter from the Internet

This just breaks my heart… please pass it on somore can help this unfortunate child…> Dear Friend:> 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 e-mail. Dr. Johansen said if you forward> this e-mail then Bill Gates will 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 angel 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 can 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 e-mail, that’s OK. Mommy> says you’re a mean heartless shithead 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 so you can burn forever in hell.> What kind of goddamned 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 for the rest of> their day, and then maybe help a poor, bodiless> nine-year-old boy?> Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy> but it’s hard. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could> hold a puppy.> Thank You.> Billy ‘Smiles’ Evans,> The boy with just a head.> And a burlap sack for a body.