Words of Faith

The Story of Little Beck-Beck.

The story of little Becky can teach us all a little something about something. Becky was a child from a poor, isolated rural family. Becky's only friends were a piece of coal—Lloyd—and an old, discarded metal leg-brace—Rusty. Rusty had seen the polio outbreak of ‘42. Some say Rusty had seen too much. But Becky was a happy child—giddy, at times—until the fateful day she was crushed by angry livestock while playing in the hallway of an abattoir. As Becky (Beck-Beck to her partially retarded brother Ian) lay crushed, she saw a magnificent vision, an angel in the sky, who came down and said “Don’t worry, child. Everything will be fine … ish.” Beck-Becks was crippled from the hair down, but she didn’t let it dampen her spirits. She died though, but her memory and her spirit live on in this passive-aggressive memo. The bottom line is that you need to send this message to exactly 37 friends. Then you too will receive a visit from the blessed spirit of our Lord, just as tiny Beck Beck did, as she lay in Ian's arms, in turn cradling little Rusty, and little Lloyd, in that lonely, fiery hallway. If you do, great luck will come your way. You will receive a large amount of East European currency—unmarked bills. An advanced robot prostitute will visit your house (on the down-low, too, so if anyone comes in he’ll pretend to be your physical therapist.) There are other things, I can’t think of them at the moment. If you do not forward this message the most frightful abominations will visit you. I can’t even … they’re just … I can’t even talk about them they’re so horrible. They involve cats, ok, dozens and dozens of cats. In conclusion: your happiness in this vast, complex universe in which we live has come down to a simple choice: whether you decide to forward an email message to all your friends, or not. The choice is yours. Isn’t god mysterious?

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