2007 holds alot of sadness for the world.
I’m in college it’s my third year at the University I’m constantly researching papers, studying balancing my life. I’m single, I Didn’t date, kept focused on my family with heavy college studies. I was very adamant about finishing what I began.
I watched the news constantly and a lot of criminal investigation shows. My major was Criminal Justice and my minor Psychology
When Anna Nicole Smith died leaving a small infant motherless. I remember grieving in disbelief that such tragedy happened it was February 2007. My heart broke for her. My mother and I both cried at her passing it was so tragic.
A few months later a young child goes missing overseas.
National media attention everyone is looking for this little girl Madeline McCann a British child with a very distinctive eye disorder Coloboma. It’s almost like a slice through the iris. It’s very rare disorder.
It’s 2007, definitely May because cruise ships began running And I was on-call for my Union job. We were waiting for winter breakup, there was a little bit of snow still on the ground, but not much. I have the receipt for my purchases that day.
The cruise ships are coming in and out of the ports Summer is upon these small tourists towns.
A new grocery store opens locally. My mom asks me to accompany her, I do.
Im fumbling, putting my keys away and phone, upon entry of this store. I look immediately I see a child in a shopping basket, unaccompanied. My heart races, I whisper to my mom, it’s Her. I step closer. I identify her. Then no sooner did I step closer. An overweight, middle-aged ruddy-skinned, white hair balding man pushes her away. He’s wearing a white button shirt and dress pants.
I’m shaking. I’m scared. My mom is scared too. She shakes her head, nervously. She’s scared. She knew nothing about this little girl missing. I had to be very delicate with my mother she had heart problems.
I explained to my mom that girl is identical to the missing child across seas. I get scared.
My hands are full I call the police. I ask my mom to call the police, and she says for me to do it. So I made the call.
I file the report. I didn’t stop there I filed online reports with different federal agencies. The Federal Bureau of Investigation on three different coasts. West Coast, midwest, and east coast field agents. Each field agent in major cities was sent emails and phone calls from me. I even emailed Nancy Grace.
This was frightening and it’s reflective of the horrors of an international trafficking network .
I saw her. Madeleine McCann.I know this was her. After all the things that have occurred in my life. This rings true about the international trafficking network.
And the people that discredit me are the ones covering up the international trafficking network.
I’m never going to be at peace, I wished I would have blocked that man’s ability to leave. I cry every day, knowing that a child was missing. I did call the police and differentagencies.
I console myself about the events. I feel the police didn’t follow through because they are aware and a part of this international trafficking network. Minted Mickey, Fedmeister, Lunatic Cop, JetBoat,and Spetsnaz are major players in this international trafficking network.
Ports of call are hubs for international trafficking networks. And cruise ships are floating motels.
This is … The Forced Red Dress
“It’s a darkness that encircles the entire globe. But the forced red dress is not my own” ~TrulyAbigail ©
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