...and 18% of.... well that's a lot of money!
From: Mrs. Peace Reidaas. [mailto:mrs.reidaas_1@msn.com]
Sent: Monday, August 17, 2009 3:06 AM
Subject: Hello Dear
Hello Dear,
Good Day and how are you? I am contacting you because I need a trustworthy someone whom I will give my life time savings to help me establish an orphanage and also run a charity program with the money as I will depart this wicked world due to oesophageal cancer. I want to help the poor kids as much as I can. I am a British widow and have no one around me to trust as they all want to loot my money and never care about my interest. Presently I am at the hospital. The total amount for this project is ?3.5million Pounds and 20% of the money will be yours and eighty percent will be used for the project by you. I admit that we have never met before but after I got your contact online and prayed over it for 4 days I developed confidence and decided to trust you and contact you for this donation. I wish you are the honest and hardworking type that I am looking for. Please reply me as quickly as you can for further detail on how this amount would be transferred to your account before I depart to the bosom of God my creator, because my health is deteriorated so badly and I can die at any time.
Please contact me back if you are interested and willing to handle the fund and proposed project.
Sincerely Yours.
Mrs. Peace Reidaas.
On 8-17-09, Vladdio wrote:
Peace,
I believe your email found its way to me through what can only be divine intervention. And I do hope you don't turn me away just because I wasn't the original recipient of your email. And if you are so kind as to consider me trustworthy after reading this email, then Jesus must surely be guiding both of our lives into this matter.
I, too, am wealthy. More wealthy than a man has a right to be. And I must confess that much of my wealth came at the expense of others less fortunate than myself. I am guilty. I know that. I regret my random falls from grace, but there it is.
In fact, up until yesterday, most of my ill-gotten gains came from the sweat and hard work of orphans in third world countries. Perhaps you've heard of the child labor sweat-shops of Tonga, where they work 16 hours a day making lip gloss, lip balm, lip stick, and bamboo skewers. That was me. That is, that was my business. (I was recently profiled in "Sweat Shop Digest" Magazine. This is a trade magazine and not usually available to the general public.)
However, yesterday I had an epiphany and closed up my shop and sent the young mal-nourished children back out into the filthy streets to enjoy the freedom that hungry young street urchins deserve. I knew I had done wrong by them and I couldn't live with myself in this enterprise. (I am, even now, considering closing down my sub-Saharan brothels, my white slavery business, my human trafficking business and my endangered species poaching enterprise.)
Then your email came my way and I knew I was veering onto the right track.
How can I help you? I understand that you are nearing death and that time is short. I know I can help with your 3.5 million pound project and just to show you that I am sincere, I don't even want to take the full 20%. Believe me, 18% for me is more than enough. And this way the orphans receive even more help.
Let me know how I can be of service to you. I have a good good feeling about this day and about you. And don't worry about that nasty old oesophageal cancer. I hear that it can progress so fast that when the incredible pain washes over you, you'll pass over to the bosom of the Lord so fast, the weeks of agony will seem like days of agony.
God bless you, Peace.
LaGrange Point, GED
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