Thanks to FB, and the members who uses FB, making the recovery of this autistic boy easier, translated…
The Following Morn When She Woke & Had Calmed Back Down, Wanted to Sit Down with Her Son, and that was When She’d Found Him Gone, as Was the Piggy Bank He’d Put His Allowances in Too………
Late one evening, the phone at the office rang, it was a single mother who lives in Taichung, she was hurried and anxious stricken, asked us to help find her son back.
She’d divorced because her husband was abusive, and ever since, she’d been, working hard to care for her young on her own. The boy had autism and Tourette’s, and needed even more time and mind to care, but, no matter what, he was her own son, and no matter how hard, she’d, bitten down, and worked hard to give her own son the economic stability, as well as her physical companionship.
It’s just that, no matter how great the mother’s love, there’s only just, her alone, and she’s faced with the hardships of livelihood and caring for her own young, and, it’s only natural, that she too, has her emotions, after a day’s worth of hard work, arriving home, faced with her son who didn’t want to hear her teaching, became hard to communicate with, she’d, lost it, and gotten angry at her own son.
The following morn as she’d slept the night off, and calmed down, wanted to have a talk with her son, she’d found, that he was, gone, and the piggy bank that he’d put his allowances in was too…………she’d worried, that her adolescent son had, ran away from home!
She couldn’t find him close by to home, and immediately gone to the police to report him missing, and yet, for seven days, no news. And, as she was on her way home, she saw the ad of our agency, and so, with that tiny hope, she’d, called us.
Hearing her voice on the other end of the line, I could feel this single mother’s anxiousness and her worries, but because it was already late, even if I started looking for her son, it wouldn’t be, fruitful. So I can, only record down the information of this child, and promised his mother, that we will, get right on it, the next morn bright and early.
To tell the truth, although, finding the missing persons, catching someone cheating, and tailing someone, are the three biggest businesses of the private investigators’ agencies, but, finding the missing persons is the lowest in charges, with the highest level of, difficulty, with a very low, rate of, success, because there’s not enough leads to go on. And, even if we can get into the special resources that we’re entitled to gain, it’s normally, quite, unsuccessful. But this mother’s cries, resonated in my ears, and it’d, made me feel bad for her………
I’d thought hard for the entire night, and, analyzed the best way to approach this problem, and, sorted through my own feelings of worries, waited until the morn, I’d, called my coworkers, to discuss this particular case, swiftly got the information of this kid out, had all hands on deck, working this case, asked them to pay mind to this; the officemates knew the police office in Taichung, and their friends, and asked them to pay attention; those who are active on the internet, sent out the missing persons’ notice on FB, after they’d gotten the okay for the posts with the managers of the groups.
And I knew too well, that this, is all we’re, able to, do, the following was to, just, wait, wait, and wait, and wait, endlessly………
If we’re lucky, maybe, someone will, bump into, this kid. If not, then, we can only tell this, single mother, that we’d done the best we could—and that, was the situation I hated the most.
Maybe, it was because I’d not lived with my mother growing up, I couldn’t defend myself against “a mother’s tears”. In our past cases, whenever there’s a mother who’d come asking, I’d worked my best, to help them out, and it didn’t matter if the cases were next-to-impossible, I’d forced myself to do it until “there’s nothing more that I can do”.
Watching how my coworkers posted the FB fans page of our office the missing person’s ads, I’d stressed on which ways there are still, to help us recover the teen. At this time, a pop-up came on FB, the missing persons’ notices get a lot of hits, we can place an ad, to get this post out to more people out there.
Normally, I’d felt, that this was FB’s spin of getting us to place the ads with them. But at this time, I’d suddenly had a brand new thought: “isn’t FB ads regional?”
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I’d done a minor experiment first, found that my theories were, correct, then following, I’d immediately started discussing the matters with my officemates who are in charge of the ads. Through the ads systems of FB, I’d posted the “Missing Person” ad of my company’s fan pages onto the clientele of Taichung areas, hoping to get more usable, helpful information.
Everything went well, not long thereafter, the fans group started receiving the help from the members of the online community: there were those who’d called us to ask for more details of the case, said that they would be happy to head out onto the streets to look for the child, from McDonalds, the train stations, the local parks, there were sightings of the boy it’d seemed.
Based off of the reports of those who are out looking, this kid, as soon as he’d realized that someone was zoomed in on him, he’d run off, and, it’d, made all of these helpful people from online feel, defeated.
“Don’t feel like that, your message is great help to us already”, every time I’d read the responses of the online community, we’d showed our gratitude for their assistance. This isn’t courtesy, it’s, the truth, because although these individuals weren’t able to stop the kid from running off, but, through the entire mapping systems, we could already, see a pattern of where he’d run to and from.
I’d opened up the map for the metro of Taichung, and, started mapping out the routes based off of the reports from the online community, to guess at where this kid will show up to next, and, sent my coworkers out to the regions.
Early the following morn, someone from online told, that he’d sighted the child in front of the train station. The coworkers who were right in the close vicinity went there immediately. Not long thereafter, I received a call, “Bo, we’d, found him!”
The coworker told, that the child was cared for by the local homeless population. Being on his own for days on end, he’d become, fatigued and too hungry, but, his physical health and mental states were both, fine. As I’d heard this, I’d finally, felt, relieved.
And this was, the only time I wanted to thank Zuckerberg. A platform online, had helped the people tapped into their own kindness, their passions, and it’d helped a single mother relieved of her worries for her son.
I’d never thought of using the ads as a missing person’s, and, trying it out, it’d, yielded the outcomes we wanted. But, if Zuckerberg can change that god DAMN algorithm, and give us back our, normal number of hits, I shall be more grateful to him for it.
And so, this is how FB had, helped in the recovery of this autistic child who’d, run away from home, and this still showed, how the internet can be helpful sometimes, and, the boy was returned to his mother, safe and sound, without a scratch, thanks to the local communities, the online communities, that all chipped in to help recover him, and send him back to his mother.