firstname.lastname@example.org (David & Darleen Shelanskey): True Story
KEVIN M AMBRA (vigil-eagle@JUNO.COM)
Thu, 17 Sep 1998 20:43:37 EDT
Since this is a true story I thought everyone would benefit from this. If
you have already recieved this, sorry.
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From: email@example.com (David & Darleen Shelanskey)
To: Amarook@Juno.com, vigil-eagle@Juno.com,
Subject: True Story
Date: Thu, 17 Sep 1998 16:37:42 -0400
> Shannon could hear the footsteps behind her as she
>walked toward home. The thought of being followed made her heart
>beat faster. "You're being silly," she told herself, "no one is
>following you." To be safe, she began to walk faster, but the
>kept up with her pace. She was afraid to look back and she
>was glad she was almost home. She saw the porch light burning and ran
>the rest of the way
>to her house. Once inside, she leaned against the door for a moment -
>be in the safety of her home. She glanced out the window to see if
>anyone was there. The sidewalk was empty.
> After tossing her books on the sofa she decided to
>grab a snack and get on line. There she could talk to strangers without
>being afraid. After all, no one knew who she really was and couldn't
> She logged on under her screen name "ByAngel213."
>Checking her Buddy List, she saw "GoTo123" was on. She sent him an
>ByAngel213: Hi, I'm glad you are on! I thought
>someone was following me home today. It was really weird!
>GoTo123: You watch too much TV. Why would
>someone be following you? Don't you live in a safe neighborhood?
>ByAngel213: Of course I do. I guess it was my
>imagination 'cause I didn't see anybody when I looked out.
>GoTo123: Unless you gave your name out on line -
>you haven't done that have you?
>ByAngel213: Of course not. I'm not stupid you know.
>GoTo123: Did you have a softball game after school
>ByAngel213: Yes and we won!!
>GoTo123: That's great! Who did you play?
>ByAngel213: We played the Hornets Their uniforms
>are so gross! They look like bees.
>GoTo123: What is your team called?
>ByAngel213: We are the Canton Cats. We have
>tiger paws on our uniforms. They are really kewl.
>GoTo123: Do you pitch or what?
>ByAngel213: No. I play second base. I got to go. . .
>My homework has to be done before my parents
>get home. I don't want them mad at me. Bye.
>GoTo123: Catch you later. . . Bye.
> GoTo123 decided it was time to teach Angel a lesson--
>one she would never forget. He went to the member menu and
>began to search for her profile. When it came up, he highlighted it and
>printed it out.
>He took out a pen and began to write down what he knew about Angel so
> Her name: Shannon
> Birthday: Jan. 3, 1985 / age:13
> State where she lived: North Carolina
> Hobbies: softball, chorus, skating and going to the mall.
> Besides this information, he knew she lived in Canton. She had
>just told him she stayed by herself until 6:30 every afternoon until
>her parents came home from work. He knew she played softball on
>Thursday afternoons on the school team and the team was named
>the Canton Cats.
> Her favorite number 7 was printed on her jersey. He
>knew she was in the seventh grade at the Canton Junior High School.
> She had told him all this in the conversations they had on line. He
>had enough information to find her now.
> "She'll be so surprised," he thought, "she doesn't even
>know what she has done."
> Shannon didn't tell her parents about the incident on
>the way home from the ball park that day. She didn't want them to
>make a scene and stop her from walking home from the softball
>games. Parents were always overreacting and hers were the worst. It
>her wish she was not an only child. Maybe if she had brothers and
>her parents wouldn't be so overprotective.
> By Thursday, Shannon had forgotten about the
>footsteps following her. Her game was in full swing when suddenly she
>felt someone staring at her. It was then that the memory came back.
>from her second base position to see a man watching her closely. He was
>leaning against the fence behind first base and he smiled when she
>looked at him. He didn't look scary and she quickly dismissed the fear
> After the game, he sat on a bleacher while she talked to the
>coach. She noticed his smile once again as she walked past him. He
>and she smiled back. He noticed her name on back of the shirt. He knew
>he had found her. Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her. He
>Didn't want to frighten her and have to explain what he was doing to
>It was only a few blocks to Shannon's home and once he saw where she
>lived, he quickly returned to the park to get his car. Now he had
>to wait. He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go
>to Shannon's house. He drove to a fast food restaurant and sat there
>until time to make his move.
> Shannon was in her room later that evening when she
>heard voices in the living room. "Shannon, come here," her father
>called. He sounded upset and she couldn't imagine why. She
>went into the room and saw the man from the ballpark sitting on the
>down," her father began, "this man is a policeman and he has just told
>us a most interesting story about you." Shannon moved cautiously to a
>across from the man. How could he tell her parents anything? She had
>him before today!
> "Do you know who I am Shannon?", the man asked.
> "No", Shannon answered.
> "I am your on-line friend, GoTo123."
> Shannon was stunned. "That's impossible! GoTo is a
>kid my age! He's 14 and he lives in Michigan!"
> The man smiled. "I know I told you all that, but it
>wasn't true. You see Shannon, there are people on-line who
>pretend to be kids. I was one of them. But, while others do it to find
>hurt them, I belong to a group of parents who do it to protect kids
>from predators. I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it
>to give out too much information to people on line. You told me
>enough about yourself to make it easy for me to find you. Your name,
>school you went to, the name of your ball team and the position you
>played. The number and name on your jersey just made finding you a
> Shannon was stunned. "You mean you don't live in Michigan?"
> He laughed. "No, I live in Raleigh. It made you feel safe to
>was so far away, didn't it?"
> She nodded.
> "I had a friend whose daughter was like you. Only she wasn't as
>lucky. The guy found her and murdered her while she was home alone.
>Kids are taught not to tell anyone when they are alone, yet they do it
>the time on-line. The wrong people trick you into giving out
>a little here and there on-line. Before you know it, you have told
>them enough for them to find you without even realizing you have done
>it. I hope you've learned a lesson from this and won't do it again."
> "I won't," Shannon promised solemnly.
> "Will you tell others about this so they will be safe too?"
> "It's a promise!"
>......That night Shannon and her Dad and Mom sat down and said a short
>prayer....being very THANKFUL that what could have been a tragic
>turned out to be a very "educational" one !
>Please send this to as many people as you can.... To teach them not to
>give any information about themselves. This world we live in today
>is too dangerous to even give out your age, let alone anything else. Be
>safe rather than be "sorry"......
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