My story is not one that is being told very often. I don’t understand why. I was a child with a disease. I was a child that had pain. I was someone’s child. I need my family. I grew up and something went wrong. I met my fate.
My fate! My fate was death. I met my fate before I was 40 years old, possibly much earlier. They say I was about 20 to 35 years of age, when I was discovered. Discovered in
1982, the year I was discovered was most likely not the year I died. The year I died has been estimated to be years earlier. It could have been anywhere from three years or up to eight years earlier.
I say died, I should say killed. I met my fate. My fate was ugly! I was murdered. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that I was murdered. Why? My remains, my body, or shall say parts of my body were found in trash bags. Someone dumped me like a bag of trash. Someone killed me and discarded my remains with their leftovers. I was taken out with the trash. I deserved more. I deserved better. My life meant something. My life, my life was stolen from me.
I want to find out what happened. The problem is before they can find out what happened they have to find out who I am. This is where you come in. I need someone to step up and tell them my name. You can’t give me back my life, but you can give me back my identity. So who am I?
If you recognize this man please contact:
VIEW HIS PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Summit Ohio John Doe February 1982