tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631397995286703429.post8206740957357734879..comments2023-08-09T14:27:43.565-07:00Comments on Top O' the Mountain: The Lost BoySuzanne Bubnashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09305001077699530364noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631397995286703429.post-18882910263006420802015-11-25T07:34:45.049-08:002015-11-25T07:34:45.049-08:00There probably isn't a parent out there who ha...There probably isn't a parent out there who hasn't at least momentarily lost a child (except maybe a parent of 1). Your stories make my heart race, especially the one in Sears. That guy was up to no good. <br /><br />We lost Bridget for an hour on a hike in the dangerous Columbia Gorge when she was about 4. Two guys found her, and I found them while searching. I believe their intentions were upright, but still.<br /><br />My toddler sister was lost for hours one time and the entire neighborhood was mobilized. She was nowhere. Even though my Mom had thoroughly searched the house first, I looked again and found her asleep between the bed and the wall. Mom didn't see her when she looked under the bed because the bedspread hid her against the wall. <br /><br />This mother in my story will never make sense to me. Am just glad it was me who found the boy and not some horrible person.Suzanne Bubnashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09305001077699530364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631397995286703429.post-30667539558457137522015-11-25T07:18:52.627-08:002015-11-25T07:18:52.627-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Cryshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08093625438383031052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631397995286703429.post-61308470394344916362015-11-25T07:15:48.018-08:002015-11-25T07:15:48.018-08:00Wow, I wonder if she suffered from depression or s...Wow, I wonder if she suffered from depression or something and how odd to imagine a similar situation now. I can't imagine the cop just leaving him at your home and child services not being called. Just think of that poor woman in Arizona who left her baby in the cart. I'm so glad you were there to get him off the street. I've lost a child three times. I can't believe it has been that many. I might just be a terrible parent. The first we were hiking on a path with dunes. We were helping our two youngest and our oldest were just sprinting to the top. The first dune they waited. The second they just kept going. We got to a place in the trail that split and ran up both directions and couldn't find them. I ran to the ranger station to get help with our two youngest and my husband ran the trails looking. I ran into a retired canadian couple and asked them if they had seen the kids. The wife determined to find them and they did. I'm not a hugger by nature but when those two stangers brought my kids back I squeezed them harder than anyone before. One Christmas we were at the mall. J was in sears with three of the kids. I was at the ornament cart with the other. I saw a man walking out of sears with a girl who looked like my 2 year old. Then I realized it what my two year old. I ran up and he handed her over saying something about her being lost and he disappeared into the crowds but later it bugged me when I realized he had taken her from the store and had not taken her to a cashier. My husband had just put her down for a second to sign a receipt and she was gone. I truly feel we narrowly missed a disaster there. The final time was in Heathrow airport. We were going down one of those huge escalators after passing security for a layover walking tour and somehow got separated from our five year old daughter. Luckily someone took her to security and someone else who saw me frantically searching recognized the signs and let me know a lost girl was at security. I am eternally grateful to my helpers in 1 & 3. I bet that family was grateful for your assistance as well.Cryshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08093625438383031052noreply@blogger.com