Do you remember Jacob Wetterling?  He was abducted from a small Minnesota town on October 22, 1989 at gunpoint, while riding his bike outside with his brother and a friend.  He was 11 years old.  He was only one month and 9 days older than me.
His abduction... it hit me somewhere deep inside, moreso than almost any other worldwide event that I can recall during my childhood.  He was so close to me -- age, origins, geographical location, family characteristics.  He could have been me.  I could have been him.
Even now, 15 years later, I still think of him sometimes.  What happened to him?  Is he still alive?  How could he never have been found?
I was compelled just now to look him up on the web.  Hoped that someone had learned something in the last decade and a half, that his family had been granted some sort of closure.  Not so.  No one knows.
His family has since established JWF, a foundation intended to protect children from sexual exploitation and abduction, and they have become strong activists working for that cause.  On the webpage for the foundation, there is a letter from his mother to the man who abducted him.  I cried, reading it.  She is a woman of strength and speaks from her heart.
I still don't understand how such horrible things can happen.  I don't understand how people can recover from it.  When the abduction occurred, I looked at it from the perspective of an 11 year old, from the perspective of a possible abductee or the friend of such.  Now I am older.  I look at it from the perspective of a parent, a neighbor.  I don't know how I would handle it, were I the one left behind, how I would ever find peace within myself.  I am amazed that people can be so resilient, can heal.
If Jacob is still out there, I hope that he is found someday.  I hope that he has been alive and well and has made it through all these years.  If he hasn't, I hope that knowledge finally comes to light about what did happen to him.  I wish for his family to find some sort of closure, to finally know.  Not knowing -- that is the worst part of it all.
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
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