My brother disappeared over the weekend. I’d gone down to see him and my mom. We were watching a movie at around 10:30pm, when he stood up and went to the kitchen. He then presumably walked out.
I went to see where he was after about 20 minutes. When I couldn’t find him, I assumed/hoped he’d gone out for a cigarette and a walk.
We went out to search for him and hour or so later, and phoned the police about 3 hours after that. We’ve done everything we can since then, including posting flyers and searching everywhere. It’s been 36 hours now. The temperature has been around 0° C both evenings and it’s been raining as of last night.
If you know anyone in south England - especially in Hants/Hampshire - I’d really appreciate if you could point them toward this post, ask them to take a quick glance at the picture and keep it in mind when travelling over the next few days. We believe he’s been off his anti-psychotics medication for around 5 days. He’s not violent at all, nor a hazard to anyone but himself. He will probably be confused, with some periods of lucidity. If found, please immediately contact the Hampshire police on the non-emergency number 101, referencing case #200 from 16th February 2014.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
For years, she was known to the public as the Bloomingdale Library rape victim.
Then, in 2011, her family asked she be called the Bloomingdale Library rape survivor.
Now, she wants people to just call her Queena.
On the night of April 24, 2008, when Queena went to the Bloomingdale Library to return books, she was raped, beaten and left to die. She was 18, about to graduate high school and getting ready to attend the University of Florida on a full scholarship. Her attacker, Kendrick Morris, now 21, was convicted in May 2011 and is serving a 65-year state prison sentence.
Since then, her family and the community have held fundraisers and 5K races to raise money for her treatment, never revealing her name or showing her face.
On Saturday, the family will launch a new website, JoinQueena.com. The site documents Queena’s life and recovery. It features updates on her progress from her doctors, therapists and her family, photos and a link to donate through PayPal.
The family wanted a way for the public to help Queena, now turning 23, without having to write a check or go to a bank, her mother Vanna, 50, said.
But they wanted a better name for the website than “Bloomingdale Survivor.” Friends offered suggestions like “My Angel” or “Living Angel.” Queena would make a face, with her mouth in the shape of an O, to indicate no, she didn’t like those.
Her sister, Anna, 26, asked her: Did she just want Queena.com? Her face lit up with a smile, Vanna said. They asked her over and over, are you sure you want to use your real name?
She was sure. She wants to be an inspiration, her sister said, not a victim. They decided on JoinQueena.com.
I wish more people would reblog instead of just liking this post since her family is struggling financially. They’re constantly having to host fundraisers to pay for her medical bills.
Just to remind everyone of how gruesome this case was, in addition to being sexually assaulted, the perpetrator "[Kendrick] Morris beat [Queena] so badly, he broke her nose and fractured her skull. She can no longer see, walk or talk."
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Okay, so, I’ve yet to bother with this Instagram thing. I’m not sure why I’ve always felt such an aversion to it, seeing as I’ve never even tried it, but I find myself suddenly overcome with curiosity.
I’ve decided to exercise my right to shift the burden of choice onto your collective back. Should I boldly go where millions have already been, or is it dumb and a waste of time?
There’s this commercial in which an old-ass dude is about to go on a third date with some old-ass lady, and his two kids sort of give him “the talk” before the son hands him a bare skin condom.
It all feels so condescending to me and pisses me off way more than it probably should. He might as well have patted his dad on the head afterward.
"Bitch, I know how to sex; I made y’all!"
This needs to be seen by everyone.
I posted this yesterday and wow this spread fast
I am also crying
Now I’m crying. At work.
I’m at lunch, and I’m vacillating between serious sorrow and rage. [Explitive deleted] [Explitive deleted] [Explitive deleted] [Explitive deleted] [Explitive deleted]
Mama Jade, as she’s come to be known, has a Facebook page. There was an outpouring of support when this originally posted and she’s received the care (and continues to receive care) she needed. You can read about her progress here:
Watch and tell me this dude is’nt freaking adorable. I wish he was my uncle.