Inside the Mind of a Dying Child Hoax Originator

-Here, I will reveal the ill intent and what goes on in the evil minds of these sick hoaxters and anybody else that makes up sob stories and exploits the plights of kids in trouble and good hearted people who are moved by these plights.

Rachel Arlington/Winslet is just one of many fictional sick and missing kids that live on through chain email forwards.

According to Breakthechain.org The spending the day poem was possibly written by Sally Meyers as a tribute to her son Dhylan, when he was diagnosed with autism at 20 months of age. In that context, the poem, like David L Weatherford's "Slow Dance" is beautiful and touching. But, also like David's poem, it was stolen to be exploited in a dying child hoax.

When ripped off and misused in a dying child chain email hoax, poems and other inspirational writings become tools to hurt and cause forwarders to spread that hurt around.

Rachel's appearance changes with every mutation of the chain letter, so nobody knows if she is ten months, ten years, or somewhere in between.

Real organizations that are helping sick children are being hurt by these forwards because so much time is spent answering inquiries about these hoaxes, time and energy that could otherwise be spent on helping real people in trouble. As so eloquently stated on the Truthminers page about these hoaxes, "What's so sad it that real children are sick and we're too busy forwarding emails about fictitious children to help them."

Knowing that, you need never ever feel guilty or heartless for refusing to pass on any forward again.

In revealing the true intent of the originator, of these hoaxes, I'll unmush it and hopefully replace the sting with a laugh.

Hoaxers laugh at us, so let's turn the tables on them. What would really happen if the hoaxter tried to follow the advice in this poem? You'll find out. Original paragraphs of the poem are included in their entirety, my comments throughout de-mushing them have a '-' at the beginning of each.

Subj: TO MY CHILD

THIS WILL HIT YOU WHERE IT HURTS!

-*rolling eyes* Oh, brother, here we go yet again.

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Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.

-Because the site of a little child makes me so sad...Seriously though, it will cheer me up thinking about all the forwarders under my iron-fisted control by the time they are through reading this poem I stole and am using to pack a huge wallop of emotion into the sob story I'm making up to get people sending everywhere! I'll lay it on so thick that not even a meteor could penetrate it!

Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.

-Even though I would be lying through my teeth and you have no clean clothes.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry,

-That I left on the floor because I got the compulsion to pass on this all important chain letter and make everybody as sad as me.

and pick you up and take you to the park to play.

-Nevermind the fact that we have no clean clothes since they're all in a heap on the floor. Maybe we'll just go in our birthday suits and get arrested, nothing like adding a little excitement to this dull, sad existance, eh? Or, marvel of marvles, I just had an ingenius idea! Why could I not pick you up and play with you while the washing machine is going!? Yeah, I can do two things at once, I can...I - think...Why did I not think of that earlier? Oh, wait, I'm not supposed to think, I'm supposed to bring annoyance, sadness, and fake guilt to all my friends and as many people on the internet as absolutely possible; right! Who is this child playing in the laundry anyway? Oh, nevermind, erm...Okay...Back to the...Violins, stage right, and enter, please! Pronto, let's have some really sad music! And, ACTION!

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink,

-We'll skip lunch and starv until dinner. Maybe by then I will have got around to the laundry and we can go out to eat. I have to unload the dishwasher anyway, forgot to run it last night because I was too busy trying to write this tug at the heart chain letter. I had no energy to do anything but sleep after that, blissfully dreaming of how many tears I can bring to everyone's eyes and get them to pass it on!

and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.

-That should help us survive until dinner, yeah. And what a great excuse for getting out of doing anything around the house! Uh, where did I put that cyberkid? In my half-starved brain somewhere... *eyes and mouth blink and open and shut simultaneously and very quickly for several seconds, head swells and shrinks while shaking haphazardly, ears wiggle, smoke, and stretch. You hear the sound of rummaging and then a loud popping sound, followed by a crabby kid as she comes into view next to the chain letter originator's weirdly dancing and contorting head.* Ah, there she is. *head stops its dance macabre, squeaky wheels are heard turning, more smoke comes out of the ears. And then:

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

-While entertaining secret fantasies of the many people bauling their eyes out and passing this thing around during the time I've turned my computer off! You know the saying 'a watched pot never boils' the same applies to the internet, if you watch for it, your message won't get forwarded. Step away for a bit, come back and, wowee-zowee! Everybody will be dying to spread the heartbreak! Yeah! Great idea! Let's blow bubbles and see how many bubbleheads bought into this when I get back! Nyah nyah nyah nyah!

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.

-Because then I can have one too, and it'll help keep the hunger pangs from becoming unbearable at least for a while. We are skipping lunch, and I can't run on empty for long, it stunts my creativity and capacity for thinking up cruel tricks on everybody. This has already killed more brain cells than I can count I'm sure.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.

-Because I've got more important things to occupy my mind, like how to make parents feel bad for caring enough about their own children to worry about such trivial things. And how uncaring they are for doing laundry or the dishes and keeping their kids in a safe, clean environment! Yeah, man, this is good! I'm so proud of myself!

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.

-Because if we're skipping lunch, the only way to survive is to eat ice cream and cookies until dinner time, which we might have to skip as well if I don't get either the laundry or the dishes done! Sorry, kid, it's a hard life all around.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.

-Okay, I'm caving, this starvation idea is scaring me too much. Let's put on our cleanest dirty clothes and go to MCDS if the ice cream truck fails to come around and the cookie idea doesn't - pan out.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.

-Although you've heard it many times before - wait a minute, did I have a kid!? Why don't people inform me of these things!? Dang it, I thought I was only borrowing the squalling whining kid for the purpose of this email? Waaaah, not fair! When I was a kid I never would've got away with pitching such a fit over the ice cream truck, good behavior earned the ice cream, whining and carrying on meant the cause of premature deafness in parents and if this screaming kid is any example...OUCH!!! My ears! Tantrums over the ice cream truck usually mean waiting until another time. But enough about my miserable deprived childhood. Gotta give this nasty tempered little kid everything she wants, after all...Well, where was I?

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

-Phew! Believe me, kid, you could use it after a day in your dirty clothes with that ice cream spillage and ketchup smears from MCDs, not to mention the mess from trying to bake all those cookies.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

-It beats doing laundry or the dishes.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.

-Because I'm not capable of doing both at the same time and you're too young to watch my favorite shows! And you've been so deprived all day, getting all that ice cream, cookies, puzzles, the playground, oh, poor kid, really has it rough...

Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.

-Which is - the ability to make up sob stories and tell lies about email tracking! The more I can make everybody cry and pass on my masterpiece, the better! I AM WONDERKINT 21st Millennium! Oops. sorry, I think that's supposed to be you, my, urh, child...?Ehhh...*brain cell dies*

I will think about the mothers And fathers who are searching for their missing children,

-Who I can't help, but my mind is a morbid place and I need to think how much better off I am than they are. I also get my jollies trying to make people feel bad for being better off than parents of missing kids, and what better way than this heart-wrending proes! It'll make everybody stop, sob, and pass it on to share the needless suffering! Oh yeah, I'm so kind toward those missing a child, aren't I?

the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.

-Man, I'm so good! If that won't bring a tear to your eye, nothing will! Yeah, I care sooooo much about those poor people! So much that I'll make up a mushy story, toss in a poem without the author's permission and a cute baby picture I ripped off from some family's gallery, the last pic of a ten-year-old girl wasn't cute enough so people weren't forwarding it as much as they will this baby, give her a different name, make up an internet rumor and several guilt-trips just to get my masterpiece multiplying everywhere! I'm so insecure that I simply must reproduce via this chain letter, and I need all the help I can get...Because I have no life and am losing friends fast - well, those who have too much a mind of their own and refuse to play into my scheme.

And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day.............

-Wait a minute, what kid sits still that long? They only like snuggling for so long and then they're off doing something else. Anyway, asking God for one more day so I can - do the laundry, do the dishes, let the kid sleep off all the obsessive attention I gave him/her/it all of the day before, poor kid must be worn out after all that! one more day for this chain to circulate like wild fire, yeah, now there's a good idea! Just think how many more people will see my work of sad genius and fall off their chairs and into their tissue boxes, sobbing helplessly! Music to my ears! All to get them passing it on! Gotta love it! Yeah, I'm so good, I'm evil!

-- End of poem --

Hi. I am a 29 year old father. Me and my wife have had a wonderful life together. God blessed us with a child too. Our daughter's name is Rachel,

-Oh yeah, the age old Rachel Arlington or was that Winslet? chain letter. (sob story about fictional cancer kid deleted)

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-Then comes the plea to forward because aol will track email blah, blah, blah. Bull. If you believe that, I'll sell you the Brooklin Bridge.

http://www.breakthechain.org/exclusives/arlington.html

-Let's see...According to various and differing accounts of the Arlington/Winslet hardluck kid story archived or mentioned, putting them all together into one accounting, George Arlington/Winslet has been 29 years of age, and his sick kid, Rachel has been a ten year old living in a ten month old body, sick with a rare brain cancer called leukaemia, since at least as far back as 1999, name changed from Arlington to Winslet on April 11, 2002. Funny how she never ages and never improves or dies. Wow! Maybe her true condition is autocryonic dwarfism complicated with ficticia and not cancer? And apparently the aol tracker now sends 20 cents instead of 32 cents per forward to help this kid.

-General Comments On Hoaxes:

-Sometimes hoaxters even steal somebody else's piece of writing and attach it to their hoax without giving due credit to the writer of the original poem. The 'Slow Dance' poem got hijacked and used in a dying child hoax without the author's permission, the hoaxter claimed the poem was written by this dying child, who, of course, never existed to begin with, other than inside the sick twisted mind of a hoaxter... The real author of the Slow Dance poem is David L. Weatherford, an adult male, who is a child psychologist.

-If there's one thing I hate as much as the big lie about some fictional dying child, it's the bullying by way of emotional manhandling the innocent reader into passing it along. The "You are too busy, lazy, selfish and heartless to take the time to pass this along and if this child dies it will be your fault!" garbage works on far too many sensitive, emotionally vulnerable people, or those who are new to the net and chain letters or else just gullible. The liars that make up these heart-wrenching hoaxes don't give a flying flip about dying or missing kids, they just use the scenario to rope poor unsuspecting and unarmed readers into passing on stuff that has not one iota of truth in it. Why? Because it's all about power and control over the masses. Hoaxters crave attention, control over others, and they're too inept to make an honest effort at getting some sort of a life. So, they resort to creating chain letters. If they have succeeded in getting people forwarding their junk or even stolen copyrighted material they passed off as their own, they've managed to control someone else's online activity and get their ddubious bit of sad fame. Hoaxters exploit the fact there are real missing and sick kids, and exploit our feelings about such situations, using them and us for their own sick kicks. I call that reprehensible!

-And finally, by tossing God's name around in their sick hoaxes, they are not only manipulating Christians, Jews, and others, they are knowingly and wantanly committing blasphemy. No one who really loves and knows God would use his name to pull off a hoax, especially not one that's so intentionally cruel as to make people feel lower than pond scum for not believing in and carrying out the demands of the hoax to the letter. They will answer to a higher power someday, and won't be able to con their way out of the consequences.

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