Forwarded by a Good Friend of Yours Whom You May be Related to, or Met on a Bus, or Who Got Your Email Address Off of an Email Sent to Her By Some Third Party Who Knows Both of You Vaguely, Perhaps in a Business Capacity.

And Accompanied by a List of thirty-odd email headers which have been forwarded along with the message since it was originally visited upon Mankind (here removed for brevity's sake).

>>>>>Hi! I was thinking of you today and got this in my mailbox -- : ) I love you!!!

>>>>>DON'T LOOK AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS MESSAGE UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE WHOLE THING!!!!

>>>>>I PROMISE YOU IT WILL BE WORTH IT!!! ; )

>>>>>IF YOU FORWARD THIS MESSAGE TO TWENTY PEOPLE YOU KNOW AND CARE ABOUT, GOOD LUCK WILL COME BACK TO YOU.

>>>>>IF YOU DON'T FORWARD THIS MESSAGE, BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN. ONE WOMAN IN OREGON ONLY FORWARDED THE MESSAGE TO EIGHTEEN PEOPLE SHE CARED ABOUT, PLUS TWO SHE DIDN'T LIKE. HER HOUSE COLLAPSED INTO A SEPTIC SINKHOLE AND SHE NEVER WON THE LOTTERY.

>>>>>Once there was a young man who worked all day in his office. Every day as he was walking home he passed a little boy sitting by the side of the road, crying. As all the other people passed by the little boy, they would pick up rocks and pieces of dirt, and throw them at him. Sometimes they even laughed while they tormented the little boy. The boy always sat in the same place every day. The man thought "surely someone is responsible for this little boy and will come some day and take him away from the awful people who throw rocks and dirt at him." But he did nothing to help the little boy, because he was a busy man and because nobody else seemed to think the little boy needed help.

>>>>>Then one day, as the man was walking home from work, he noticed the little boy was not on the side of the road where he usually was. The man started to worry about the little boy. Perhaps something bad had happened to him!

>>>>>So the man went looking for the little boy. He found him sitting on a different curb, where different people were throwing rocks at him.

>>>>>"Why are you sitting over here today?" the man asked the boy "And why are you letting complete strangers pelt you with rocks?"

>>>>>"Because I was angry at the people on the other street," said the boy. "They were mean to me."

>>>>>"Maybe you should come back and tell them that," the man suggested.

>>>>>So together the man and the little boy went back to the first street. There the boy said to the people passing by in the street, "I wish you people wouldn't throw rocks and dirt at me. The rocks hurt, and the dirt is unsanitary."

>>>>>The people laughed, and a couple of them threw empty soda bottles at the little boy, raising a considerable welt on his forehead.

>>>>>"You see?" he said sadly to the man. "They'll always be like this."

>>>>>"I suppose they will," the man said sadly, "until you and I can make them see the error of their ways. Perhaps we could find a way to make them feel bad for what they've done to you."

>>>>>"That's easy," said the little boy, "for actually I am an avenging angel of the Lord." And he cast off his dirty sweatshirt, and the man saw he had wings on his back. And then the little avenging angel called down a plague upon all the people in the street, and the rivers ran red with their blood, and their children died of pox and various parasitic diseases. And nobody ever threw rocks at the little boy again, because they were they were either dead or dying agonizingly painful deaths.

>>>>>IT IS SO TRUE AND WE NEVER STOP TO REALIZE HOW LUCKY WE ARE!!!!!!