My Lion’s Club speech is at 6:30 p.m. on Monday. 40 hours away. When I talked to Dad today he said, “I know you’ll make me proud of you.” Great, but…pressure, people. Pressure.
The only preparation I’ve done so far is to make a list of MPs that I’ll use as kind of a sample of various types of cases that appear on Charley often: a teen runaway, a baby taken by a stranger, a family abduction, an old man with Alzheimer’s who wandered from a nursing home, a woman with mental illness who’s apparently been drifting up and down the eastern seaboard since her 1994 disappearance, a young woman who obviously met with foul play but at whose hands no one knows, etc.
“You’re the expert,” Michael said when I told him about my apprehension. “What do you want them to know?” I thought for awhile and said I wanted them to know what sort of thing the Charley Project was and what it wasn’t, and also the facts and the common misconceptions about people who are missing. “So tell them,” he said.