This letter may come to you as a surprise due to the fact that we have not yet met.
After searching through the internet. I am contacting you to let us assist children of conflict, to help children affected by war and disaster, I don't want you to feel sorry for me, because, I believe everyone will Die someday. Let me start by introducing my humble self, I am James Carl, a merchant here in England presently taking medical treatment.
Now, I have been diagnosed with Prostate cancer attitude for my health. It has defiled all form of medicine and right now, I have only about a few months to live according to medical experts. To be sincere with you, I have not particularly lived my life so well, as I never really cared for anyone not even that was discovered very late due to my uncaring myself but my business and money. Though I am wealthy, I was never generous, I was always hostile to people and only focused on my business as that was the only thing I cared for. But now I regret all this as I now know that there is more to life than just wanting to have or make all the money in the world.
I believe when God gives me a second chance to come to this world I would live my life a different way from how I have lived it. Now that I know my time is almost up, I have willed and given most of my properties and assets to my immediate and extended family members and as well as a few close friends. I have decided to give alms to charity organizations, as I want this to be one of the last good deeds I do on earth. So far, I have distributed money to some charity organizations in Myanmar, Indonesia, China, and Africa at large. Now that my health has Deteriorated so badly, I cannot do this my self any more. I once asked Members of my family to close one of my accounts and donate the money
Which I have there to some charity organizations in Myanmar,Indonesia,China and Africa at large, they refused and kept the Money to themselves. Hence, I do not trust them anymore, as they seem not to be content with what I have left for them.
The last of my money is the huge cash deposit 9 Million Dollars that I have With a security firm. I will want you to help me collect this deposit and dispatch it to charity organizations and let them know that it is I, Mr.James Carl. That is making this generous donation.
I am writing this from my laptop computer in my hospital bed where I wait for my time to come. You can reply me through my private email address:
As soon as I receive your sincere response, I will hence give you all the Necessary details of how this can be done. I pray that you will support And assist me with good heart so that I can be able to achieve my goal. If you accept to help me do this, I promise you a reward of 30% of the 9 Million Dollars.
Thank you for understanding.
James Carl .
I own the under listed companies
James Carl and associates
James Carl Logistics (Removals, Relocation, Delivery and Storage).
Carl Carl Carl,
You’ve caught me on a bad day, J. Carl. Let me just say that escaping from a Mexican drug cartel and hobbling into the sheriff’s office in San Antonio isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. The San Antonio sheriff’s office has much crappier coffee by comparison, maybe because it isn’t laced with PCP. Anywho…
In fact I am not surprised to receive a letter from a stranger, James C., which might surprise YOU. I have a lot of experience helping children affected by disaster, especially the disaster that was Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines. Was I supposed to believe that this weedy emo doucher was going to become John Conner, leader of the human resistance? Come off it, HollyWEIRD! Am I right, James Carl Logistics? You know it, fist bump!
Back to the children from Myanmar,Indonesia,China and Africa at large. Are any of them “miracle” children, by any chance? That would greatly increase my desire to help them, since that way I could be a peripheral character in the mythos that inevitably develops around their miracles, etc. Bill of the Emailed Assistance, they would call me, in hushed tones in rooms paneled in darkly stained oak. And there’s a picture of me furtively masturbating in their sacred text, which I will object to as inaccurate but will eventually decide to not make too much of a fuss over.
I sympathize that your Prostate cancer attitude has defiled all forms of medicine. I once had shingles that defiled all forms of medicine, but I was eventually able to treat myself with ground up tea leaves and diligent power walking. You might want to try that, if you can find one of those stands with wheels on it for your fluid drip. I recommend chamomile.
I believe when God gives ME a second chance to come to this world He will give me gills and a prehensile tail so I can better commune with my animal brethren. At least, that’s what I’ll ask for. You can’t be too insistent with God. Or maybe you can?! Try it, James Carl and associates, and get back to me whether he heals your prostate. I’ll bet He does, He definitely loves deathbed converts more than people who devote their lives to Him and who serve others lovingly in His name.
So. Would it be alright if I spent my 30% of the huge cash deposit 9 Million Dollars on a device that would give people prostate cancer? What if it just made people definitely suspect they had prostate cancer, so they went and got checked all the time, and annoyed their primary care physician? That would tickle my fancy, James Carl. OH, what if the clinic they went to was staffed with the children from Myanmar,Indonesia,China and Africa at large, dressed in little nurse and doctor outfits?
That Is What I Will Do,
William Von Watchler
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