Because I was kidnapped as a child, my dad had a tracker embedded in my bracelet. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in car…” – News

the day I got mine. 7 years old, sitting in a police station, wrapped in a blanket, while my dad clasped the heavy metal around my tiny wrist, promising me he would always know where I was.

22 years later, that bracelet saved my life, and I had manufactured 43,000 more of them.

Leaving the community center, I had my driver drop me off at Gas Works Park.continue reading …