This kid needs our help

This was sent to me by a friend in Texas who has asked me to help. Perhaps some of you would take the time to help also. It was sent to me as an email and to maintain the tracking and count needs the original mail forwarding. As I wouldn't want to annoy anybody with what they may see as unwanted mail I ask all those willing to help to either email me or list there names on this thread and at the weekend I'll forward the mail to whoever has requested it. I have rearranged the mail here for ease of reading. Thanks.

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This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.

It was sent by a medical doctor.

It is the request of a special little girl who will soon leave this world as she has cancer.
Please send this to everyone you know or don't know.
This little girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish,
She wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will.
She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own.
By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name that this is sent to,

The American Cancer Society

will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment and recovery plan.
One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can send it to at least 5 or 6.

Just think it could be you one day. It's not even
your money, just your time!

PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO HELP THIS LITTLE GIRL.

ALL FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.

THANK YOU.

Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor
Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology
1300 Morris Park Avenue
Bronx, New York 10461

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.