Dear Dad,
I'll never be able to tell you how I really feel. I couldn't have done any of this without you.
The only reason that I don't want to give up is because I don't want you to be disappointed in me. That's my biggest fear.
I need to tell you what I want to do from here. After graduation, if it's okay with you, and if they'll accept me, I want to go into the military as a corpsman myself. A lot of the guys said that they'd stand up for me if I needed it.
Stretcher has been teaching me what he knows. He also has been helping me out with my balance and helping me to walk again. So has Bree and Psyche-Out.
I don't think you know about this, but during the day, I may not say anything about feeling pain or anything, but at night, when I'm alone in my room, more often than not I've cried myself to sleep.
I have this feeling that somewhere along the line, I've failed you. My grades aren't what they should be, and I feel like I'm too stupid to learn this stuff.
The kids at school do nothing but tease and taunt me, ever since I came back. I spend as little time with them as I can, but they just can't let me be. The biggest problem with that is that the teachers won't do anything to help. I've tried talking with the principal and guidance counselors about it, but they tell me that there's nothing they can do, either.
I'm so close to giving up right now that it's not even funny anymore. That's why I look like I'm so stressed all of the time. I'm worried about a million things and I don't know how to turn it off.
I'll close now and go finish my homework. I need to do a ten-page report for P.E. because I'm not able to participate physically in the class.
I love you Daddy. Nothing will ever change that. I know that a lot of people accuse you of it being your fault that Mom and E.J. were killed, and I know that it tears you up to think that. It wasn't your fault; it never was. God needed a couple of angels, so he took them.
Love, A.J.
I'll never be able to tell you how I really feel. I couldn't have done any of this without you.
The only reason that I don't want to give up is because I don't want you to be disappointed in me. That's my biggest fear.
I need to tell you what I want to do from here. After graduation, if it's okay with you, and if they'll accept me, I want to go into the military as a corpsman myself. A lot of the guys said that they'd stand up for me if I needed it.
Stretcher has been teaching me what he knows. He also has been helping me out with my balance and helping me to walk again. So has Bree and Psyche-Out.
I don't think you know about this, but during the day, I may not say anything about feeling pain or anything, but at night, when I'm alone in my room, more often than not I've cried myself to sleep.
I have this feeling that somewhere along the line, I've failed you. My grades aren't what they should be, and I feel like I'm too stupid to learn this stuff.
The kids at school do nothing but tease and taunt me, ever since I came back. I spend as little time with them as I can, but they just can't let me be. The biggest problem with that is that the teachers won't do anything to help. I've tried talking with the principal and guidance counselors about it, but they tell me that there's nothing they can do, either.
I'm so close to giving up right now that it's not even funny anymore. That's why I look like I'm so stressed all of the time. I'm worried about a million things and I don't know how to turn it off.
I'll close now and go finish my homework. I need to do a ten-page report for P.E. because I'm not able to participate physically in the class.
I love you Daddy. Nothing will ever change that. I know that a lot of people accuse you of it being your fault that Mom and E.J. were killed, and I know that it tears you up to think that. It wasn't your fault; it never was. God needed a couple of angels, so he took them.
Love, A.J.