I spent Christmas and the next thirty days in the hospital.

Listening to medical facts was not enough. People wanted one hundred percent guarantees.

Twice a week I would receive injections or IV's of Factor VIII which clotted the blood and then broke it down.

How could these people in the public eye not be afraid of me, but my whole town was?

I'm just one of the kids, and all because the students at Hamilton Heights High School listened to the facts, educated their parents and themselves, and believed in me.

I received thousands of letters of support from all around the world, all because I wanted to go to school.

A lot of my time was spent searching, thinking and planning my life.