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Hey All, I am Maegan Barr. I am 29 and 1/2 and have decided to share my life story after being diagnosed with MS.... I know cliche right? Well you tell me.... Ive experienced and dealt with ultimate craziness so lets all have a laugh some cries and an Amen to "It Is What It Is!"

July 7, 2014-- Well my first BLOG will actually be a post as I havent a clue how the BLOG setting works!!

 

I was born one day early on February 18, 1985 to a little Italian/ Irish women! (I had no chance from the begining!)

My mother standing 5 foot at 100 lbs may not look challanging but believe me she takes care of things! My mother was in an unhealthy relationship and couragiously decided for the sake of her baby (me) she was leaving. I was about 7 months at this point. This led to a enraged crazy man (my sperm donor.) This man would create an unimaginable nightmare just months after my mother decided to leave. My aunt was set to meet my father from his visitation rights. Only he would not show... My aunts, mother, uncles and grandparents spent the next few hours combing the streets of Queens to find me. Low and behold they did my aunt was able to get him to pull over and retrieved me from him. It would be only a matter of seconds that he would make a decision to run up to my aunt and take me right out of her arms. He then proceeded to run away down the street. After an additional search and police contact I was for now, GONE. (To this day my mom does not speak of this and has not recovered from the trama that would occur over the next 11 months.) I was gone without a trace for well over 5 months before any contact was made. My mother and family spent countless hours handing out flyers contacting multiple agencies an all out search was in way to bring me home. But as my aunt says "where they hell were you?" How do you search new places when you don't know where to begin. But.....When your dealing with crazy people, they honestly are their own worst enemy. The abduction was not about me it was about my mother not wanting that life any more. Thankfully at some point they all break. He would begin making phone calls to my mother none lasting  more then a few mintues. (They know how the system works.) This left no further information and a dead end. At this point my mother had to return back to work. My mother now with almost 24 hour police protection was trying to get back to work still with no idea if and when she would ever see me again. I don't know exactly how she was able to compose herself but she did it. My aunt said we were out of information and out of funding. Here's where my life in the near future would beneifit: My father (the man that raised me! Not my sperm donor,) heard at work about my mom. He worked security for the same company and was told what was going on. In an attempt to bring some sort of comfort my father went and found my mom at work. He continued talking with her throughout the next few weeks and soon was keeping her comapany while she was home continuing to search. About 4 months after the intial phone call a phone call would come in lasting long enough to trace the line. (My moms phone had been tapped since the first call.) Where the line was traced to was halfway accross the country. Now the FBI was involved.... 

 

Tomorrow well touch on location, recovery, and reuniting!

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