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After three years of desperation, the family of missing California teen Connerjack Oswalt is overjoyed after the teenager was found this week in Park City, Utah.

In September 2019, then-16-year-old Oswalt was reported missing by the family in Clearlake, Calif.

The National Missing and Unidentified Persons System says that Oswalt, who was diagnosed with autism in 2014, had "a history of running away." Prior to his disappearance in September 2019, NamUs reported that he went missing in May of the same year after his mother took his phone away; he fled his home in Clearlake, taking only his cat.

He then reportedly went missing again on September 28, 2019.

Over recent weeks, reports came in to the Summit County Sheriff's Office of a man pushing a shopping cart in Summit Park in Park City. The last report sighted him sleeping outside Jeremy's Store, a convenience store by a gas station near the I-80.

Oswalt reportedly declined to tell the officers his name, but he allowed them to scan his fingerprints, revealing he had a warrant out of Nevada under the misspelled name "Conner Jack Oswald." After suspecting there was more to his story and researching missing people that might fit his profile in National Center for Missing and Exploited Children database, the match was made.

Oswalt's family had moved from California to Idaho since his disappearance. "We searched all over California, we had the missing centers of America, we had the Polly Klaas Foundation and the DOJ," Oswalt's mom told CBS News. "We've had a lot of false hope over the last two-and-a-half years," added Oswalt's stepfather, Gerald Flint.

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I must have been 12 or 13 years old when my father was pushing us along to get ready and go out. What was I doing? Probably watching TV.
He said "Get your pants, shoes and socks on"
I did EXACTLY what he said.
That's when I got a whoopin'

This could all have been avoided if he had told me to put on my pants, socks and shoes.

I saw my Dad take a few steps with his walker, the nurse behind him with wheelchair. In my life I never thought I could write a blog about see my father take a few steps. Impressive a few steps are when young and learning and just as impressive when old and dying.

He also responded to the excited praise much as a child does. It was a cute moment.

The one thing I have to say about my itty bitty Mom is she went against all the medical systems to get him home and I assure you they put her threw the typical government red tape but Dad is better, much better. More alert with a tad bit better memory than in the facility but his memory over the last 94 years really sucks, not sure where it went but it is mostly gone. Flashes come and go.

In my heart I can't imagine what this is like on Mom besides the fact that she has turned into a skeleton with a bit of skin draped on it.

Incredible day for me today. Through Ancestry.com I was contacted by someone who appears to be my biological Grandson. His Father was adopted. The possible Grandson is going to gift his Dad with a DNA kit from Ancestry. When his results come in, in about 2 months, I may discover a Son I never knew I had.

I first heard this line from the late Elizabeth Taylor and when I heard her reasons, didn't make any sense to me at all.

I must have been 33 years old and I felt at that time that my life truly began way before that. From her perspectives it didn't hit on me then what she truly meant until 20 years ago.

I was born from a very poor family which made me look at things very differently from others. I worked hard, didn't follow cultural values of getting married to someone chosen by my parents and elders who grew up with arranged marriages. Complete with selection from suitors who is subject to scrutiny as far as providing a good life for me. No romance, no love to consider. I figured if I would go to school and get me a good job, I'd be more than capable to do that myself without being a dependent on anyone. My father and mother agreed. With their support and scholarship I was able to graduate with honors from elementary, high school, college and masters' degree.

To cut the story short, I succeeded in materializing my dreams. Achieved my goals and at 24, my life truly started as I planned. Traveled the world and very happy and felt very blessed. My children were born and had so much fun. I felt blessed and thought life was complete.

When I heard this saying, for the first time, I didn't understand at all.

Fast forward and after so many ups and downs, losing houses and investments, getting divorce and overcome not one but two cancers, it finally makes sense to me.

Life truly begins at 50, or at least for me even 60.

i recently met
my friend after
many years.
she was very
happy to meet
me... we were
talking many
of our past life
true stories
felt very relaxed
but.. sometimes
i saw my friend had
some sadness
in the face
i was little worried
i asked her
what is that
bothering her
i would like to
know... then
the story.....

unfolded
she told me that couple of
days back she
had someone
to meet someplace
when she reached it was
bit early...

so.. she decide
to drink tea from a near a
tea shop . ...
walked towards
the shop... saw
a lady in a corner place crying loudly
she thought maybe... she
needs food... and purchased
the food from the tea shop
went and given
to that lady....

but. .. the lady
cried more now
so... she asked
her why are you
crying... do you
need some money or something.. then
the

poor lady told
her.. that she had

her daughter
14 years old
who was kidnabbed few
days back...
did you go to
police?

yes... but they
are not taking
my fir.. without.
my daughter
photograph
madam how can i give photo
we are living
in the foot path...

dont have any
place to live
we dont have
any photos... my friend. then
spoke to her
nicely in a comforting way.
given
her some money.
. told her she will try and help her out.

when i asked
is she going
help.?
she said sadly
No.....
i am having my
family to think
who kidnabbed
the girl... may be
gang of criminals... i dont want to get involved.




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Tag. ) From the department of R U [ family ] kidding ?

CNN-- presumably with a business suit & a straight face, is now investigating as to whether all the new COVID FUSTERCLUCKME cases may be due to
....$HIFT LOCK.....
The mRNA TECHNOLOGY IN $UM OF THE VACCINES

McBob. } In other words, what the Marine & myself ( aka, ripper the Empath ) TOLD you A YEAR AGO...
... MALPRACTICE SUIT / 4 out of 5 doctors
Pandemic / Comethazine
What did you expect from the Vaccines ? / Vaccines
...also ran. ) Infectious hospital waste / Dem Hammer

Standby. CNN.... clearly Now...nutjob.

I was lucky to have parents that didn't divorce. Some of my friends did. When their parents remarried, they had a tough life growing up as 'the step-child', usually torn between accepting difficult terms for visitation, alienation from a distant biological parent and power struggles when the step-parent wasn't accepting them... on any terms.
Some carried the experience of being a step-child like a chip on their shoulder.

One guy who had an older sister and a younger brother was raised with both biological parents... no divorce. However, they were the meanest parents I knew of. He couldn't wait to get a job and move away from home. He became a successful musician, married and had 2 kids. While he was on the road (earning a living and sending money home) his wife has an affair that led to divorce. The experience literally caused a career change so he didn't repeat the same mistake.
Dysfunctional would be a good description of his home life growing up and he brought that into his marriage as well.

Looking back, those kids had it easy as some of my school mates were adopted. Some not knowing who their biological parents were. To grow up knowing you weren't accepted at birth is a hard road to travel. While things have changed with orphanages opening records and DNA testing, that doesn't change the past.

On a brighter note, I do recall one couple adopting a baby girl from Asia. The adoption requirements were strict. They had the funds and knowledge to do it right where their daughter although 'different' from her classmates was a shining star and accepted by everyone she came in contact with.







Traumatic chip on the shoulder...

The global meltdown of 2007 to 2011 (Part 4, my saga as a cancer survivor)

Just when you think you're on top of the world, you're life comes crushing down with so high a voltage you'd feel better off without surviving it.

That's exactly how I felt when right about 2007, January to be exact, we were trying to sell the house that we bought two years before and couldn't fetch a single offer considering how it's located in one of the best area in Sonoma County. Located on a street that's not busy and with a view of the city, it was a very surprising discovery. Unlike in 2005 when we sold our house that I had it built to my specs including the quality of the carpet and my walked in closet, people were actually waiting on the lawn to make a bid just to be the next owner. Surprisingly, we sold it way more than what we expected. Even though it's location is of prime value, very near St. Eugene's where we belong amongst other 6,000 parishioners and where my son attends, we had to sell it because we needed a bigger house for my growing lovely children. Time changed and the economic downturn of the US was deeply felt especially by me when we couldn't get any offer on this house in 2007.

To get the story short, my husband and I felt the first wave of this global downturn right off the bat. It didn't feel too grievous and we thought it'd be temporary. Our family situation was changed dramatically the year before as my husband and I decided that one of us must stop working in order to continue and maintain our children's much needed guidance. We both agreed that I'd be full time since I was making a bit more than him and my job didn't require us to relocate to the West Coast where he was working as an engineer at the well known and historical Granite Rock in Aromas.

For lack of hindsight, we never foresee that the world was in the brink of another economic fall out akin to that of 1939.

Compounded by my relentless desire to provide my children a very ideal school and growing environment, I failed to see that our family that was solid rock both professionally and economically will soon to collapse. It did. Although we lost almost 60 grand, we were able to sell it and moved on. It caused a lot of dent on my 401k but survived.

Through the invitation of my niece we moved to Bakersfield. We could buy a house in a gated community twice the size of that from the North Bay and half the mortgage. We were happy . Sold BMWs while my husband worked again and was offered a better position and quite paid better than his last job. Lo and behold, we'll soon find out our situation got worse because the house we just bought of 300 hundred grand became half of the value by 2009. Devastated and angry. Bitterly regretful and helpless, we got divorced. A most painful experience. The acceptance of what to be salvaged is far worse than to end it all. At least that's how I felt but it didn't dwell on me that long. I found inspiration on the fact that my children are so grown up and my only son seems out of the danger of being hauled into the road of drugs and other dangerous vices. I found solace in being single and committed to make my life better in spite of the adversaries the whole world was experiencing. I resorted into writing poems about my life from when I was young to the present. The internet played a great role on this new venture. I joined in the web and found solace on writing all my frustrations, disappointments and failures. I was beginning to see how my life was profoundly changing and I needed to be stronger than I ever was. Especially now that my cancer came back. That was in October of 2010.

To be continued. Thanks all for reading.

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