Alex was a wonderful child. He was funny, happy, sad, sensitive, caring, thoughtful, athletic and handsome. We loved him dearly, did anything for him, got help when he needed it, pleaded with him to get help when he did not want to. He had an adult determination in a child's body and strong mind that forced him to persevere under the most adverse circumstances. We think that is what made it hard for Alex to cope towards the end. Life became too much for Alex. He is with God, now.

Alex had a special way of touching those who he spent time with. The younger children describe him as a very 'cool guy' who took the time make them feel special. This sensitivity was not limited to just those who were younger. He also had a special way of connecting with the elderly. This gift was very apparent in the occupation he chose. While growing up, he developed a special friendship with his elderly neighbor, David Jameson.

Alex's room-mates had a special bond with him. He was very well-liked.

Kris Nelson said, Alex was fun, loving, caring, always out to have a good time, and could always put a smile on your face. He will be greatly missed. I will miss all of the nights of playing bubble hockey and open hockey at the Y. We will miss talking to him and seeing him around. We are all thinking of you. Rest in peace, Alex!

Matt Radig said, Alex had the biggest heart. He would think about others before he thought about himself. I'll never forget the good times we had together playing endless games of bubble hockey, taking midnight grocery runs to Wal-Mart in the Mustang, but most of all, the hockey years we had together. He would come to the Y every day of the week to weight-lift for the upcoming season. He had so much determination, so much willpower. He was a great hockey player, always giving the team everything he had. Alex will never, never be forgotten in our hearts. Rest in peace, Alex Wesner. Matt Radig.

Ryan Vidmar, One thing I knew about Alex is that he respected me and I respected him. We just had a good understanding of each other. One thing I will never forget is when we started our first season of hockey,we were horrible. Alex had a hard time adjusting, but never gave up and became a great player. I respected him for not giving up. I will never forget taking him to school and he was never ready and I would have to wait for him. About two weeks ago, we had a talk about his future and he wanted to be a doctor. He knew exactly what he wanted to do in life and had a great passion for caring for people, and he was good at it. It was cool how he had figured out at such a young age what he was going to accomplish. The last thing I said to him was 'Goodnight, Alex. Have a good night!' He was my classmate, my teammate, my neighbor, but most of all, he was my friend and I will miss him dearly. Love, Ryan Vidmar.

Zach Franklin said Alex was warm-hearted, bright-eyed and outgoing. He was really close to his friends. He loved cars, especially his Mustang. He loved hockey and was looking forward to the upcoming season. He always had good intentions and people's interest at heart. I always noticed how dedicated he was to what he loved and the things he wanted. He would work his hardest to make things happen. Alex and I were teammates and I also coached him for a couple of years during hockey. He took a lot of hits his first couple of years, but he always got right back up. Later in his hockey career, even though he was one of the smallest players, he still had a great impact on the team and I would never replace him with anyone. He was a classmate, a room-mate, teammate, but most of all he was like a little brother to me! I will miss you bro. Love Frankie.

Alex followed in the footsteps of his Grandpa and Dad with his passion for cars. He loved driving his Dad's decorated, yellow Mustang through the homecoming parade and felt the same feelings of satisfaction that both his grandpa and dad had always felt by seeing the smiling faces along the parade route. He loved to have fun and was proud of his Dad's car!

This is an email Alex sent to one of his teachers in March of 2007. He died in July of 2007. Unbelievable!!

alex wesner alexwesner@hotmail.com wrote:

What are your philosophical standings on the world today? For instance, high school... Do you believe society has gone too far, forcing us to learn so much so soon so fast. And do you believe 90% of what we learn in school is useless crap. If live is for enjoyment, lets say it is a gift from God, then shouldn't we all chill out a little bit, relax, and enjoy it for a while. I mean society today tries so hard to be happy but too hard where overall it is just a race in reading textbook after textbook to see who can be the smartest. There is so much competition...and what is the motive? Money, right? Everything I have been doing lately I have been questioning it.

Questioning it is bad because it makes my mind control me. I have learned if I want to complete something I have to just DO IT and I can't sit around thinking if I want to do it. Have you ever thought about just living like an Indian? Wake up, hunt, eat, have a wife, and just relax in the woods for your entire life? I think about it all the time, is ignorance really bliss? You know how so many people pick on the disabled and mentally retarded...i could guarantee that because of their ignorance, they are much happier than us and enjoy life without taking it for granted.

I used to work with Cerebral Palsy patients at this camp over the summer, and I always thought ho much life must suck for them, but then I began to think that maybe I couldn’t have been more wrong. Maybe instead of cursed, their blessed. I just think life sucks. I like reading romanticism though because they seem to agree with me. I do not like to read for fun, like most people do...I like read philosophically. I like to dive deep into the text and pull things out that are hard to find, kind of like a cross word puzzle. I mean, why do you think so many people get drunk or high, because it takes them out of they mental state of mind and in a way makes them ignorant.

What I would really like to know is what motivated you to get through high school, and then college – to keep plugging away day after day after day? Have you ever felt like giving up? The only thing that really motivates me to get through school are the weekends and something always to look forward to.

I don’t know what else to really write about. Is there a time in your life that really changed who you are? Besides getting married or graduating college or something like that, but an event that took place that you will never forget that changed your life forever and was the turning point or climax in your life?

See I have this problem to over think everything. Sometimes it is a good thing and sometimes it drives me insane. You were talking the other day about roughening the text. I have a natural tendency I think to that when I write. It seems to me like all my papers have a poorer score on sentence fluency but after reading sophisticated literature it tends to rub off me a little I think. Like do you ever question your existence? I am sure everyone does because it is natural for humans to know everything possible but did you discover the purpose of life? Well I guess what I would like to just know if you have any life morals in which you learned and would like to pass down.

-Alex

This is the teacher’s answer:

From: Mr. Scott englishejournal@yahoo.com

To: alex wesner alexwesner@hotmail.com

Subject: Re: ejournal

Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2007 17:28:37 -0800 (PST)

Wow...you didn't have too many points in here, did you? Although there is no direct reference to the book, this is obviously motivated by Hawthorne and the rest of the Romantic journey we have been on. If you think you have been asking a lot of questions of life lately, just wait until we get into Modernism. Is life just too complicated? Yep, I would tend to agree that it's full to the brim. Of course, I'm doing exactly what I love to do. Rather than looking at the old 90 percent crap theory, I feel like every minute, every second is a gift that I should be making the most of in my life. It's interesting that you raise a point regarding the mentally challenged. My daughter has this lovely little syndrome called Cri du Chat. It's a real winner (1 in 50,000) that results in physical, motor, neurological,etc. delays. She is 6 but can't walk or talk. However, she has the sweetest disposition one could ever find. She never fails to brighten my heart and bring a smile to my life. Conversely, she also motivates me. She will never be able to read, study, go to class (like you do, anyway), go to college, get married, etc. Now, all of those expectations are MINE, not hers. To hurt forever over limited expectations would be both cruel and ungrateful. My wonderful daughter achieves and speaks in ways I'll never fully comprehend.

However, I can't tell you how much she motivates me to attempt to motivate my students to fully actualize their abilities. Students who choose not to try or choose not to think tend to annoy me because they are thumbing their noses at something my daughter will never be able to do. That's frustrating...

Anyway, big tangent. My apologies. I guess the short answer to your question is that I'm a Christian I'm not one of the theological hypocrites that we see in The Scarlet Letter (at least I try not to be). I am fully aware of my own fallen, broken nature, but I also believe that God made me (and everything else) and that He has a plan. I'm just a piece in the puzzle. I was thinking about that in the context of The Scarlet Letter the other day. If I could go back and change anything, would I? My human heart would love to, but I think that would be trying to play God. My life has been somewhat dysfunctional (divorced parents, alcoholic stepfather, aimless college life, etc.), but it has made me who I am...and if God is omniscient and omnipotent, then he had those life events planned out for me. In a way, my belief system is a combo platter of how I was raised and how I lived. I was raised in a Christian home, but got absolutely no follow up or mentoring. My stepfather (the guy who brought us into a church in the first place). was a totally abusive drunk and not a terribly nice fellow. When I went to college, it was to escape, not to learn. Sure, I got my grades and diploma, but I never really cared all that much about learning. The only thing I learned during that time was how absurd life was and how much I didn't care about it.

I guess, eventually, that's what turned me back to God. I was (supposedly) successful. Good grades, enough money to enjoy myself, good social life, no real problems However, I was miserable. I spent the majority of my time wondering what was missing (I too am a thinker). Eventually, that aimlessness reminded me of my Christian upbringing.

In looking at the immensity of the world, I have a hard time fathoming how this could be accidental or coincidental. That would seem to lead to the prospect that there is a Creator. I'm not a believer in random coincidence (especially of a universal significance). It doesn't take much casual study of the coincidence of our universe to realize that it is the work of a master craftsman. Ok, with that said, which Creator will I believe in. I have studied a fair number of the world religions, and I have a hard time straying from the Christian faith. It acknowledges that I am a sinful man in need of help. Based on what I see of human behavior (my own included), I tend to agree that we are pretty much rotten when left to our own devices.

That leads me to my need for a savior. The thing that differentiates Christianity is that a belief in the sacrifice of Jesus Christ equates to a profound paradigm shift (you knew I'd bring that in here at some point...).

What's unique about Christianity is that there is nothing one man can do to save his soul. That is only accomplished through a relationship with Christ. However, that relationship changes everything. Rather than trying to earn one's way into heaven, the ticket is punched immediately.

However, there is a cost. The cost is simply an awareness of one's sin and a desire to remedy the problem and act in a more Godly fashion. From a worldly perspective, that's pretty upside down.

However, this all leads to purpose in life. Without a belief that something waits on the other side of death, life seems mighty absurd. Because I believe, life has purpose. Rather than looking at life as pointless, I see the potential in everything. that could be anything from my daughter's birth with this awful syndrome to filling out paperwork to reading a book. Suddenly, there is reason and rhythm to life. Anyway, that's about it. Ask a big question and you get a big answer. There's no other answer for my life moral or however you put that. I hope you don't feel preached at. Obviously, you can disregard my answer in the same way you can disregard anything in this life. But you did ask, and I respect your intellectual curiosity enough to satisfy it. Hope this answers some of your questions about where I stand on the big picture questions...

Scot