So today I get another spam. This time our con-artist friends try a different tactic. They appeal to my heart. Unforunately, I am a cold-hearted braggard with no emotion and ice-water for blood so it doesn’t work. I guess they had to be creative this time. Read on, sole reader:
Dear Friend,
As you read this, I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, because, I believe everyone will die someday.
My name is Billy Collins, a merchant in Dubai, in the U.A.E.I have been diagnosed with Esophageal Cancer which was discovered very late, due to my laxity in carring for my health. It has defiled all forms of medicine, and right now I have only about a few
months to live, according to medical experts.
I have not particularly lived my life so well, as I never really cared for anyone not even myself but my business. Though I am very rich, I was never generous,I was always hostile to people and only focus 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 God has called me, I have willed and given most of my properties and assets to my immediate and extended family members as well as few close friends. I want God to be merciful to me and accept my soul. So, I have decided to give arms to charity organizations and give succour and comfort to the less priviledge in our societies, 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 the U.A.E, Algeria and Malaysia. Now that my health has deteriorated so badly, I cannot do this my self anymore. I once asked members of my family to close one of my accounts and distribute the money which I have there to charity organization and to the less priviledged in Bulgaria and Pakistan, they refused and kept the money to themselves. Hence, I do
not trust them anymore, as they seem not to be contempted with what I have left for them.
The last of my money which no one knows of is the huge cash deposit of fourteen million dollars($14m) that I have with a Security Company in Europe for safe
keeping. I will want you to help me collect this deposit and disburse it to some charity organizations and to the less priviledged.
Please send me a mail to indicate if you will assist me in this disbursement. I have set aside 10% for your time and patience.You can e-mail me at my private e-mail address: billcollins@voila.fr ; for easy communication. While I await to hear from you,may God be with you and your entire family.
Remain blessed,
Billy Collins
Poor old, Bill Collins. I hope he gets better and all that money he collects cures him. Anyway, I am working on an article which is a toughie. No-one is talking. No-one will talk to me about the subject matter because it could be considered a little delicate in the industry I am writing for. I am frustrated and annoyed. I feel like giving up and just rolling over because there’s only so far you can push before all resolve gives out. Yesterday, The Missus sent me a lot of past articles related to the topic I am working on in order of me to get some inspiration. I read one article and it was absolutely brilliant – an insightful and valuable read. Then I realised that I had written it a couple of years ago. I literally felt sick. What had happened to me? Had I completely lost my way. Who was this man who I had just read? Was it really me? Where did he go? It gave me a lot to think about.
Discard the superfluous…
The Missus tells me I need to get my act together. I am like the boxer who has had too many fights, who has taken too many punches to the head and let his body turn to flab. He can still fight, but only in street brawls. I need to raise the game and get my mojo back. Yesterday, I kicked my own metaphorical arse. It was painful, but necessarily.
Today, The Missus takes her car for a MOT.

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