My Beloved Friend……

Saturday, February 14, 2009 7:26 PM
From:
“Ms. Mary Madrigal” <mary.madrigal@hotmail.com>
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My Beloved Friend,

Let me firstly inform you that i got your email address from a mail Directory and my heart directed me to contact you for assistance. I hope that this message does not offend you in any way.

My name is Ms.Mary Madrigal from UK and i was married to Dr. Hilary Madrigal who worked with Texaco Oil Company in United Kingdom before he died. I was married to my late husband for so many years without an issue and right now i am 74yrs. During the time my husband was alive he intended to set a charity project to help the poor around the world and for that purpose he kept $16.5M. (Sixteen Million Five Hundred Thousand U.S. Dollars) with a bank before he died in the year 2006.

The management of the bank has written letters to me to come and claim my late husband’s money in their bank but I cannot go for this money because i am in a hospital where I have being undergoing treatment for Cancer of the lungs which has damaged my lungs.The doctor told me that my chance of living is little so i think the best thing is for me to execute this Godly dream of my husband here on earth before anything happens to me. And for this reason I decided to look for a good family or person that i will present to this bank as beneficiary to receive the money and donate 90% of it to poor families and orphanages homes. I cannot let my husband’s family handle this project because they will never use it for this purpose because they are not inclined in helping the poor at all.

I am contacting you to know if you will truly assist me in this project without changing your mind to spend the money for yourself when you receive it from the bank. So if you are sure you can do this and God has touched your heart to honour this request kindly get back to me as soon as possible.

Please I want this conversation to be kept utmost confidential until we start the project.

God Bless You,
Ms. Mary Madrigal
Poor dear. Excuse me, I have to throw up now. Then I’ll share her “little secret”.