Jamie Hankins:  

CLASS OF 1985
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North little rock, AR
Little rock, AR
Beebe High SchoolClass of 1985
Beebe, AR
Beebe, AR
North little rock, AR

Jamie's Story

Most of you probably knew me as Rocky Weaver. My name is now Jamie A. Hankins. Note, I don't recommend trying to get in touch with me on this website. Instead, find me on Facebook. In 1988, I decided that I needed to make a fresh start. I changed my name and moved to Boston, severing any ties to Arkansas. While living in Boston, I worked doing database work for an environmental consulting company. I wrote automated statistical tests for transmission electron microscopy. In 1992, I moved to Seattle. First, I did some computer work for a private investigator. Then, I worked briefly selling home electronics for a local retailer. Afterwards, from 1993 to 1995, I worked for a marketing consulting company. I wound up leaving the marketing company to start my own. I managed to get Microsoft as a client, but had no success signing up other companies. I had three employees, and I had to make the money to pay them, so I got a job as a temporary contractor at Microsoft testing software. I was making good money, but I was having to put all of the money back into my company to pay my employees. Finally, I decided that I'd rather keep the money, so I closed my company and went to work for Microsoft full-time as a developer. In 2001, I contacted my family and started the process of getting reaquainted. Since I left, my grandmother on my father's side and my grandfather on my mother's side passed away. An aunt that was about fifteen years older than me also died. My father has survived two bouts of cancer, first mouth cancer, then lung cancer. As a result, he has had all of one lung and part of the other removed. In 2002, I left Microsoft and accepted an offer from Honeywell to move to the D.C. area and develop software for high-security access-control systems. The software I worked on controls physical access to the U.S. Justice Department, F.B.I. Headquarters, many airports, the U.S. Treasury Department, and my personal favorite, the Ferarri factory in Modena, Italy, among many others. I worked for Honeywell for five years before the monotany of working for a company run by dinosaurs got the best of me. My former manager from Microsoft had left to work for a company in Montana called RightNow Technologies. He talked me into checking them out, and I wound up going out for an interview. Honeywell, meanwhile, offered me a 30% salary increase if I would stay. However, it was time to work on something fun again. In April 2005, I started working for RightNow from my home office here in the D.C. area. The plan was for us to sell our home here and move to Montana. It turns out that for what we could sell our townhome here for, we could buy a mansion in Montana. However, the real-estate market is really depressed here, so we decided to put the move on hold until things improved here. Six weeks before Thanksgiving, 2005, I started having a really bad headache. It persisted, and after a month, I went to see my doctor. After a quick examination, he told me that I had acne on the back of my head, and that was what was causing my headache. I told him that the pain came from inside my skull, but he insisted that he was right. He gave me some anti-biotics that cleared up the acne. Two days before Thanksgiving, we left home to drive to Arkansas to visit my grandmother. Once we were about two hours from home, we stopped for dinner. The pain had become unbearable. The light from oncoming cars felt like a brick hitting me in the head. We went to the emergency room of a local hospital. After waiting for three hours, the hospital ran an uncontrasted CT scan. They declared that it was clear, and that my pai...Expand for more
n was caused from eye strain. They gave me a shot of Toridol (a muscle relaxant) and told us to spend the night in a hotel before continuing our trip. The next morning, I was better, but still not myself. We decided to turn around and go home. All the way home, I was having trouble concentrating on driving. I was nearly hitting other cars before I would hit the brakes to slow down. Believe it or not, my wife is more afraid of driving on the freeway than riding with someone else driving who is obviously impaired. We finally made it home. The rest of the day, I was confused and having trouble functioning. We thought it was just a lasting effect of the muscle-relaxant. At 1:00 A.M. on Thanksgiving morning, I got up to use the restroom. My wife heard a crash. She came in and I was siezing on the floor. My eyes were open, my mouth was moving, but I was not awake. After freaking out, she called 911. My next memory was being awake for a few seconds as I was being carried down the steps out of our home on a gurney. It was 17 degrees, which probably shocked me awake. They took me to a hospital in our small town. They found two leisions on my brain. They decided that my condition was too complex and severe for them, so they sent me to Georgetown University hospital in D.C. I have no memory of the three hours I spent at this hospital. My next memory was in the ambulance as we were arriving at Georgetown. I was awake for just a few seconds. The ambulance people were talking. I remember one of them saying "it's such a shame for someone this young to go like this." At that point, I didn't know what had happened or why I was there. I just tried to remember. Had I been in an accident? Had I been injured somehow? Why couldn't I move? I remember thinking that the best thing to do is just remain calm and accept what's coming. If I was going to die, then, that was what was going to happen. At no time was I afraid. Maybe that's because my brain was so messed up that I wasn't capable of fear. Four days later, I woke up from my coma. My father-in-law and my wife were in my room to greet me. My first words were "I want Catfish Corner". Catfish Corner is a restaurant in Seattle. Because my father-in-law was there, I believed that I was in Seattle. I couldn't remember how I got there or why I was there. I had all sorts of tubes running into me, including a feeding tube running up my nose. The doctors asked me where I was and I told them I was in Seattle. They had a hard time convincing me otherwise. They asked me the date, and I really had no idea. They asked me the year, and after thinking a few moments, I told them that it was 1996 (only ten years off). I remember the moment that it occurred to me that this had something to do with my headache. I have a rare blood disorder that causes my blood to be too easy to clot. As a result, a clot formed in my head. There were actually four leisions on my brain where the veins had burst from the pressure. There's lots more to the story, and maybe later I'll be in the mood to add to it. I'm very fortunate. I spent four days in a coma with some of the best doctors in the world telling my wife that I probably would never wake up. For the first twenty days, I was so weak that I couldn't sit up in bed. There was no guarantee that I would ever move my left arm again or walk again. A year later, I'm at almost 100%. I can type as fast as I ever have. My ten days in a rehab hospital was all the time I spent in a wheelchair. Well, I doubt this has all been interesting enough for someone to have read all of this. If so, I hope it has been a decent read.
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