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Using Social Media for Good Instead of Evil

A lot of pain has come out of social media.  MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube… teasing, jeering, gossip, arguing.  You know what I’m talking about.  People who have been turned into chum in a tank full of sharks.  We all know it, we’ve all seen it and possibly had to remove ourselves from it at some point.

I personally (unfortunately) know of one person who left a suicide note on her MySpace page, the same has hit the news for people on Facebook as well along with people that have committed suicide because of treatment that they received on social media as well.  But there’s good that happens too which shouldn’t be overlooked or lost in the stories of all the bad.

As you may know I’m a huge fan of positivity, doing service and helping others.  Sometimes we just can’t see how we can help or know where to start but sometimes the little opportunities can have the greatest impact.

One such group is Grateful Doe… https://www.facebook.com/GratefulDoe  Originally dedicated to one persons pursuit to locate the identity of a young man who lost his life in 1995.  He was in a car accident and sadly all members of the car died.  Family and friends of the other passengers & driver were able to identify everyone in the vehicle except him.  As such, it is believed that he was hitchhiking (possibly to or from a Grateful Dead concert).   More information on Grateful Doe’s case as well as many other unidentified persons can be found at https://identifyus.org/en/cases/6095.

Since it’s inception, Grateful Doe has picked up almost 1600 followers on Facebook (myself included) and they put out information about various other cases as well.  It’s amazing to see this information pick up speed and get shared across the Internet.  No one should be in their final resting place as a John or Jane Doe and no family member should still be waiting for a knock at the door.  I encourage you to check them out and share what you can.

I’m also a huge fan of adoptees putting out requests looking for birth parents.  What an amazing way to get the word out and when other search options have failed.  In addition, what a simple way to help someone.  Clicking “share” on a picture literally takes seconds but can truly change someone’s life forever in a way that most of us can’t even dream of.

I’ve had a rough time this past year and have really had to look to keep a positive light going.  My friends have really been there for me through this and it’s been comforting to have have those people around for me at a moments notice to talk when I needed it the most even when we couldn’t be there together in person.   Which brings us to Jenni.

Jenni is a dear friend of my roommates.  She’s a single mom of one child (who was fortunately out of the house) whose quick thinking and faith in her online network of friends helped in a most desperate of situations.   This is her story in her words and she asks that we please pardon the typos and such, she’s still in a state of shock but was compelled to tell her story

Facebook saved my life

October 9, 2013 at 2:01am

   10/6/13 2am, Amber and her children were visiting me. Love all them soo much. I know I am not the best with kids but she tells me if I’m doing OK or too “ADULT”. Which I appreciate, never would I want to be the Evil Lady with no soul. lol. She packed up went home. Now alone I was getting ready for bed . Washing off make up, changing clothing. The Bathroom is at the opposite end of my long Ranch house. Wearing bra, undies  I went back to my room to get my facial cleanser. Noticed phone, money and a few other items missing. Things were moved glanced at the bathroom used just as a make-up/shoe area the window and screen wide open. The door was half shut. Saw what appeared to be a man thru the hinged crack. I didn’t let him see any emotion. He would know he had been discovered. Pretending I was just doing normal activity. Really praying to find my phone, slid my laptop under the foot of my bed. No way to get help, one of my closets grabbed a sword, dagger, taser. Unable to obtain the firearm which always locked away in a safe without him noticing . Put the Dagger and taser by the laptop on the floor. Grabbed  facial wash while singing. Holding the long sharp blade against my leg concealing it as much as possible. Walked out my bedroom or really getting to a spot where I was unseen.

   Im not violent but knowing I soon would no longer be able to appear “clueless” I had to defend against a stranger whom most likely didnt value my life. Hopefully unseen thrusted the blade in the hinged side of the door. Door began to close. I attempted to pull the blade out . Hearing him struggle, curse words, still unable to see my Enemy. Feeling him trying to obtain the Blade somehow pulling the sharp steel while I held the wood tugging. Refusing to allow some coward run me thru with my own sword. I’ll be Damned! He let go I fell back.

   Quickly revealing himself gun in hand and a rather large slice down the length of his right forearm. Dropped the sword. I watched blood cover him and my room. He grabbed a tee laying around still pointing the gun while wrapping the wound I afflicted. Cursing. yelling demanded me to the floor. Of course I obeyed. I spoke advising he needed about 15 stitches  On my knees wearing a bra and undies watching him fumble curse threats of a violent death. Scared?  Uhh hell yes. Grabbed my neck forced me to the floor.

  The Fucker scrambled for valuables searched for anything he could carry. He kept me still and quiet with his threats. Only chance I saw was FB on the laptop. I previously shoved under bed. Posted “Call 911. my address. man in house HELP. NOT A JOKE”. Hoped any of the hundreds of friends would pay attention. Thankfully, I think Marc Clark and a few others called 911, told all they knew. Facebook was my only hope. Putting faith in a social network to save my life was a shot in the dark. The dagger and taser were no match for a gun. 

    The Man now focused his hands on me. Choking me out while touching etc. Spot lights we glaring thru the windows. Panic struck the man making him clumsy fearful no longer in control. The man raised from the floor, released his tight grip. He grabbed what he could ran, jumped thru the window where his misguided journey began.

   Breathing felt ever so good. Stumbled for the sword and ran out the front door. Lights glaring, Black and white surrounded me. Raining naked my knees buckled . Unable to understand, if this was a nightmare. Strong arms lifted me covered my freezing shaking body. Questions, at the time was unable to recognize as English. Half conscience, Shock but ALIVE.

  I could be more graphic. Some details are better left for my therapist. Traumatized ? who wouldn’t be. I’m strong. A friend or 10 friends said before this incident “You’re a tough cookie”. regarding a different obstacle. Which proved them right. As for the end when it comes to bare naked fact, Facebook saved my life.

Imagine being home alone and like many of us with just a cell phone and no landline, and the intruder had already gotten their hands on her cell phone!  She had the presence of mind to use Facebook to put out a message to call 911.  She lived to tell the tale and because of her decisive actions and the assistance of those who saw and responded to her online plea, police were able to arrive in a timely manner and not only help her but capture her assailant.

I can’t help it.  I like it when the good guys win.  That’s always worth sharing.   {{hugs}}