Nicalette McCrae
123

Green Ave
Penticton

, B.C.
V2A 3W1

September 23, 2011

Captain Van Camp
Commander
HMS Princess Margaret

O Captain, My Captain:

Nicalette McCrae
123 Gay Ave
Penticton, B.C.
V2A 3W1

September 23, 2011

Captain Van Camp
Commander
HMS Princess Margaret

O Captain, My Captain:

Captain Van Camp, I recognize the decision at hand is very difficult.  My letter will explain why I am a good candidate to survive this tragedy.  If I am chosen to stay alive and be rescued, when I get off the submarine I plan to become a Registered Nurse.  I believe this makes me a special person because if you spare me my life, I will dedicate mine to improving the lives of others.

Once I get off this submarine I plan to attend university and earn my nursing degree.  I will then travel to third world countries and provide health care to those in need.  When I have established a job as a nurse in one of these countries I will be able to save many suffering lives.  Sparing my life on the submarine is a good trade for the lives of many I will save in the duration of my career.

I also plan to make my life special by raising a family of adopted, unfortunate children from one of these war-stricken countries.  I will provide them with health care, education, and a long, happy life.  Because I am giving these distressed children a second chance at life, I feel I deserve the same.

 If you select my life in favor of the others on the submarine, I will be so grateful and indebted, that I will provide the families who lost loved ones in the tragedy with health care and any other services they require.  Now that you have seen how many lives I will save, and how many lives I will make better because of my involvement, you will not regret sparing my life on the submarine.  If you save my life, I will save the lives of many more people.

Sincerely,


Nicalette McCrae

In The Wrong Year

Confused, scared, and not knowing where I am. Looking around me and everything seems so different, yet familiar. I'm not home, not even in the right year for that matter. Horses, cowboys, and women in beautiful dresses that long to the ground. My heart starts beating so hard it feels like my chest is going to explode. I can feel the pounding all the way to my ears. Then suddenly the sound of a gun shot brings me back to full attention. I start to run, not knowing where I am or where I plan on going. Finally I find myself in a saloon. The smell of stale beer and smelly men surrounds me. The music is high, and so is the energy. Couples dancing and smiling. I am then dragged on to the dance floor by a very tall man. In the middle of a dip to the floor I am dropped and my head hits the ground. I then awake in my bed, in my home, and in the right year.