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This letter was written by Michele Douglas (Sarah's sister) for her 12th grade project.  She had to write it as though she was the person in the story, so she picked Jason.

September 19, 2002

Lying in this bed, not to sure what is going on with me and not knowing where I am, I'm beginning to worry.  I am very sleepy and everyone expects me to be awake all the time that they are here.  Can't they understand that I'm healing and not able to do anything?  Apparently not because you tell me, "Wake up.  Why aren't you awake?"

I really don't like people staring at me in the way I am right now.  It makes me feel like I'm a monkey in a zoo or some kind of freak that I'm not.  Do I look really bad because if I do, you are all lying to me telling me that I look so good!  I just want to tell everyone to leave me alone, stop staring at me, and let me sleep.  I thought that they'd get the picture after a while but they haven't at all and everyone's still here.

Opening up my eyes some, I see a lot of people here.  I think that's my mom and dad but I'm not sure at the moment.  Yeah, it's them, I recognize their faces.  But where is everyone else?  Or better yet, who is everyone else?  It's hard to come up with everyone that is here because I can't exactly comprehend very well.  My girlfriend I recognize very well but I don't want her seeing me like this because I know it hurts her a lot, but she's got to remember I'll be okay eventually, it just really needs time.

Yum..a mint swab so that I could have some water.  I could really go for some steak, hamburger helper, or even a nice cold beer, but I guess I have to settle for this mint swab for now.  I really needed this so that I can get this nasty stuff out of my throat. *cough, cough*  Ouch, that really hurt even though you're telling me to do it again like it amazes you or something.  Don't you people realize that I need to be suctioned?  Guess not because you're telling me that I didn't bring anything up although I know I did.  Oh well, I'll do it again in a little while and show all you.

At times I feel like giving up on life because everything hurts, my leg, my head, my neck and my wrist, basically everything.  But yet again, the doctors, I think they are the doctors and my dad tell me that I'm getting better each day.  So I've just got to strive to survive.

After everything I've been through, my medicines in me, surgeries, people crying and everything.  I guess that was to be expected being in as bad a car accident that I was in.

This poem was written by Jason after the September 11th tragedy.

Tuesday, a day to remember forever
Birds came crashing down with an everlasting bang
God created fire and evil stole it away
Screams of pain,
Leaps of faith,
Oh the horror, Oh the suffering

Twins torn down by terror
A section of five gone
Tears brought to many

Americans united as one
Red, white, and blue flown everywhere
Nothing will keep us down
The enemy shall fall

Jason Hamilton    

This is dedicated to all of the people lost in Tuesday’s tragedy.

This is from Joanne to you Jason.  I found this and only thought of you honey.  I love you very much . Keep strong.



When things go wrong as they sometimes will,

When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As everyone of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about,

When he might have won had he stuck it out;

Don't give up though the pace seems slow,

You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out,

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,

It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Love you, dad and Joanne