We all get nine gazillion of them–those email chain letters that promise bad luck, bad tidings, financial crashes and everything you can think of–and we moan and groan and decide to delete them but then we get that tiny niggle of a doubt that maybe we will have bad luck and crash and burn and so we’re torn–and resentful–and then must decide whether or not to fall for it, knowing we shouldn’t.

This morning a friend sent a soap-box response.  Bless her.  It’s an email chain letter worth passing on…

Note: Link no longer works. Sorry.

Blessings,

Vicki