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This box is located at Nine Pines Road. This is the place where Jeffery's truck was located after he was last seen on January 29, 2001. There is also one placed in Antlers at Jeffrey's sign. If anyone has any information about what happened to Jeffrey you can anonymously slip a note in the box and know that it is safe. There are locks on both boxes.  Please help us find out what happened to our beloved Jeffrey.

His hair, the smell of an innocent childhood, penetrates my memory. Those innocent childhood nights where we would play until our parents came in to tell us it was time for bed, linger long after the reality sinks in that my little brother, so pure and beautiful, will continue on as a blank page, on which the past is rewritten over and over in my head.

His feet, bony and long, extend from the sofa as he takes a midday snooze like a child. I wish I could have known where he went as he slept. Awakened in the morning by mother’s subtle throw of the light switch, he dressed half-awake in a long grumpy stupor and pester was exactly what I did back when the word was innocent and a sign of affection.

His voice, southern and upbeat, perfectly captured and archived in snippets that replay, rewind, and fast-forward with every word he articulated to me. I can hear "I love you sissy," over and over in my head in the many tones that made up my brother. Those tones grow older, but will never exceed a teenage Jeffrey. My telephone no longer holds our sibling conversations; they belong to our childhood, my brother and I.

Eighteen, forever young, his age will continue but only his past will grow. My childhood, living forever in my heart, exceeds my future and rebuilds my past. Screaming, my heart yells out in agony from every fiber of my being, to whoever has any knowledge of why I will not have adulthood with my brother.

Innocent, a word the world will have to let go once wrong becomes right and crime no longer is punishable.

I urge you to stand in the shoes of Jeffrey’s family and feel the splintered soles, no one can live with these soles.

Once again, we beg for your participation in helping us find out what happened to Jeffrey Lee Ben on the night of January 29, 2001. We are placing a lock-box at the designated Jeffrey tree location on Nine Pines Road in Clayton and at the Antlers billboard of Jeffrey location. Any information can be placed on a piece of paper, anonymous, and dropped into the lock-box.

The lock box is a way to anonymously reach out to the family and friends of Jeffrey and help us bring the sanity back to our hometown. Any information is welcomed and anonymous, and we thank you ahead of time for keeping Jeffrey in your hearts.

Jeffrey Lee Ben never had thoughts of fame or fortune. He never wanted a villa in the French Rivera. Jeffrey never wanted to run away from his past, his family or his hometown. He wanted to live forever in all that he had known. He wanted to make the world a better place to live in by giving and receiving love from everyone he came in contact with. He was a modern day prophet with a loving mouth-full of teeth spreading smiles and sharing hugs all over his hometown.