When someone dies, lots of people go to work. I know
because I died. Lots of people went to work for me and are still working to
help me.
You wanna know a secret? It’s nothing like you see on TV. Okay,
well it’s a little bit like what you see on TV, but I promise you, it doesn’t
all get wrapped up in one or two hours.
In my case the first thing that happened was that I was
found in a park. Those who found me called the police. Immediately people
started working from police dispatch, to the local responding patrol car, to
the crime scene investigators, and then to the medical examiner’s office.
The park was busy that day. Lots of people went right to
work, rushing around, taking samples, pictures, notes, and talking to people in
the area. They were all there for me. They were looking at me. They were
helping me move to a more a comfortable state of being. They were talking about
me. Boy, were they talking about me. Don’t you wish you could have been a fly
in that park?
Once the fun at the park was over, they moved the
investigation back to headquarters. This is where they started looking at all
their notes and evidence, and this is where they started taking a closer look
at me. Let’s see, they drew my blood; they took my fingerprints; and they
examined me. It was very important for them to note all this information about
me. Well, that’s the kind of stuff the medical examiner’s office was doing. Then
there were the investigators, they started looking at what information they had
about me. One piece of really important information was missing. They didn’t
know my name. I don’t think they worried about that right off, because that’s
what they do, investigate. They would go about their usual routine to figure
out who I was.
The reports were flowing, the calls were being made, the
information and data were being compiled, people were in action; but in the end,
they still couldn’t figure out who I was.
Well, all of this happened in 1995. Yep, they found me
deceased on September 4, 1995, out at Depot
Park , near Sandy
River , Troutdale , Oregon
They could tell the basics about me that I was a Caucasian
male, 40 to 60 years old, who stood about 6'3" and weighed 225 pounds. I
had gray eyes and reddish-brown hair that was graying slightly at the temples. Remember,
when the medical examiner’s office did their examination on me, they discovered
that I had a poorly healed surgical scar extending from xiphoid process to the
umbilicus and a short, 1-inch long well-healed scar in the webbing between my
right index finger and thumb. Maybe the most distinctive feature they found on
me was, and I quote, my “well groomed moustache.” Even though they could tell
all the basics about me, they still couldn’t tell you who I was.
All those hard-working people hit a roadblock back in the
’90s. Today, another group of hard-working people at the State Medical Examiner’s
office is trying once again to find out who I am. They are making sure to take
advantage of all the latest technologies available to them today. My
information has been entered into a National Unidentified Persons Database
(NamUs), and my likeness has been reconstructed by Can You Identify Me so all
of you can see what I might have looked like. Once again lots of people are hard
at work because one person died. I’m blessed to be in a place where people care
about me.
It’s your turn now. They need your help making sure the
right person sees me and can step forward and identify me. Please make sure to
share my information and likeness with as many people as possible. You never
know who just might know me.
If you know this man, please call:
Oregon State Medical Examiner’s Office
Dr. Nici Vance
971-673-8300
2 comments:
wow! this is wonderful work people! this is the way to continue finding this mans true identity. i wish i had known him so there would be an end to this journey, but i will spread this report on facebook and hope there are results. thank you for speaking for the dead.
Was this a suicide? It says asphyxiation, and it was by hanging. Do you know if it was determined there was foul play involved?
You guys do an amazing job here! I love the narratives and the way you bring these people to life. I hope to be able to contribute to the cause of helping these people and their families.
Blessings to you all!
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