I don't want this to seem like I'm looking for a handout but the fact is that I
Within the last five years I have survived cancer three times and now I want to
go back to my native country of Norway so that I can see my mother again before
it is too late. She is 73 years old and suffered a heart attack and a stroke
last year and I'd like to see her one last time. My father was diagnosed with
cancer the week before Christmas in 1995 and I had planned to travel back in
February of 1996 but he passed away on January 18 of 1996 so I didn't get to
see him. If you could find it in your heart to spare a dollar or two it would
be greatly appreciated.
My address is:
8985 Normandy Blvd. #78,
Jacksonville, FL 32221
Ooo, cool game, I think it used to be called Queen for a Day, everyone
tried to prove their life was more pitiful than everyone else's & the
winner gets a new washing machine, hearing aid, or money from strangers.
I'm ready to play! Here I go:
My dad died one month ago at age of 77, my beloved stepmom died in
Thailand & I didn't get to see her toward the end, I got my arm crushed in
an accident a couple years ago & because I didn't have medical insurance
it healed crooked & I now need to have it rebroken to straightened out but
can't afford to so I got this S-shaped arm & this morning I stubbed my toe
so I'm all gimpy around the house like Igor in some old Frankenstine
movie, my eyesight is a little worse each year & I finally need bifocals
but they're too bloody expensive, I wrenched my back moving bags of manure
& can't even afford the price of getting addicted to pain pills, I've got
asthma around the neighbor's cat, my favorite granny died when I was
nineteen, my vintage Dodge has zero oil pressure, I stubbed my toe earlier
tonight, I've got friends off to war & worry about them every day, I've
never been to Reno even once, there's not even one good vegetarian
restaurant in town, price of ferry tickets keeps going up, my socks all
have holes in them & my left shoe is sloppily stapled back together... oh,
& my sweet little doggy Ninyo got run over when I was eleven. And I'm poor
as a churchmouse scraping along as best I can, whine, snivel, oh the
hunger, the hunger, if only I could afford a few ice lollies.
So if anyone wants to send me all their spare ten & twenty dollar bills,
Ingrid is welcome to your ones & twos. I promise NOT to go to California
to sponge off my elderly mom who had open heart surgery, but will
certainly use some of the profits to buy a new tree or something really
cool for the yard, where I expect someday to drop dead of a heart attack
amidst flowers & a smile on my face for remembering the kind people who
helped me get that tree back when I was a contestant for most pitiful
-paghat the ratgirl
"Of what are you afraid, my child?" inquired the kindly teacher.
"Oh, sir! The flowers, they are wild," replied the timid creature.
snipped-for-privacy@netscapeSPAM-ME-NOT.net (paghat) wrote in
Actually, donating could be a very good investment if you're planning on
buying the property on paghat's lot. Keep her kicking as long as possible so
she'll have to pay to take down that douglas fir. ;-)
snipped-for-privacy@netscapeSPAM-ME-NOT.net (paghat) wrote in message
Some comic did a wonderful parody of Queen for a Day In the routine
the woman goes through an incredible story of disease, death,
desertion and despair
that is clearly a winner, but when Jack Bailey ( the host of QfaD, if
memory serves me) asks what she wants, she says only "A set of golf
J. Del Col
then if you have survived cancer three times now, and it is a wonderful
miracle, then you should go to the churches nearby and implore your problem
with THEM, not us............think spring and flowers and good Karma........
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