This one is pretty inventive! As I noted a while back, it's strange it took so long for these people to add an Iraqi twist to the stories.
But this one is pretty cool. How does a woman from the Netherlands via way of Oman end up in a hospital in Belfast? And what is the Royal Victorial hospital. Perhaps Victorian.
What is "outstations"? Is that like out state?
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Dear Beloved in Christ,
It is by the grace of God that I received
Christ,knowing the truth and the truth have set me
free.Having known the truth, I had no choice than to
do what is lawful and right in the sight of God for
eternal life and in the sight of man for witness of
Godīs mercy and glory upon my life.
I am Mrs Maureen Clarks from Netherlands.I
am married to Dr.Franklyn Clarks who worked with
Chevron/Texaco in Oman for twenty years before he
died in the year 2001.We were married for twenty-seven
years without a child.
He died during one of the riots in the
region of Iraq where he went to work outstations.
He was held hostage and slain to death by protesting
militias of the region. Before his
death we were both born again christians.
My late husband acquired a considerable sum of money
through his resourcefulness and effectiveness through
the duration of his stay in Oman and his share of the family
inheritance, These monies are currently lodged in a finance
institution in Europe. I am desperately in need of your
assistance and guidance in the dispatch of these monies
for the sole purpose of ameliorating the suffering of thousands of
sick, poor and down trodden individuals ecumenically.
I was recently diagnosed with cancer of the lungs and
the doctors have made it absolutely lucid that this
disease is terminal. The doctors were not exact about
how long I have to live but I am in the know that the
disease has ravaged my body and left me at the mercy
of endless cocktail of drugs been administered to me.
The drugs have gone a long way in alleviating the
pains, but I still feel my life gradually ebbing away.
Presently, I'm with my laptop in a hospital where I have been undergoing treatment for oesophageal cancer. I have since lost my ability to talk and my doctors have told me that I have only a few weeks to live. It is my last wish to see this money distributed to victims of the Tsunami disaster in Asia and other charity organizations. Because relatives and friends have plundered so much of my wealth since my illness, I cannot live with the agony of entrusting this huge responsibility to any of them. Please,I beg you in the name of God to help me collect the deposit and the interest accrued from the company and distribute it accordingly.
I am currently recieving treatments at the Ireland hospital with the
address details below.:
ROYAL VICTORIAL HOSPITAL
GROSVENOR ROAD
BELFAST
BT12 6BA
ROOM 4779
I do not have any existing family member to my
knowledge to assist me in procuring these monies
before the stipulated time. I established this contact
with you solely out of need and desperation,
communication with you was completely fortuitous and
serendipitous.
I will ask that you inform me of your decision to
assist or decline, please ensure that you make your
decision based on nobility and humanity. Your
assistance will remain forever invaluable and
beneficial to thousands of children across the world.
Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I
stated herein.
I await your urgent reply.
Yours in Christ,
Mrs Maureen Clarks
I like the greeting. I had one today from a fellow by the name of John Neff. He opened with "Hello Dear". Sounds more like a line in a country song to me. I shudder to think about the confused individuals who fall for this garbage.
Posted by: Jim at February 21, 2005 07:24 PMI almost fell off my chair laughing at this one...how stupid do these idiots think we are?
Posted by: Evangeline at April 16, 2005 01:25 PMomg i got an EXACT same email today. that is so freakishly stupiid. anyway.
Posted by: Grace at April 23, 2005 05:15 PM