The GREATEST <3Gift<3 Of ALL.

Christmas Eve 2009. 11:28 p.m., and the family is all snuggled up on the couches, watching a movie, and I've been on the computer re-playing videos from AMW & Wheel of Justice, and I'm now sitting here, reflecting on what a blessing-filled year this has been. I know I blog about this alot, but I can't help it. I'm just SO THANKFUL for everything. I just feel like I don't have enough words to express my gratefulness to all of you.

I remember last Christmas, still waiting on DNA results to come back from the FBI lab, and wondering what this year would hold, and my God, it was worth the wait. I just still cannot BELIEVE that an arrest was made, and all that's happened. From the local media being so wonderfully involved in reminding the public of my case and keeping them aware of what's happened over the years, to flying to Washington D.C. to meet John Walsh & be on the set of America's Most Wanted, to receiving that phone call in the early morning hours of October 13, 2009 that an arrest had been made...and then having an OUTPOURING of support, and so many of you write me and share your own stories...I just have been blessed, incredibly, and couldn't have done it without all of your prayers and support.

So, this Christmas, I am celebrating PEACE.OF.MIND...the GREATEST GIFT OF ALL. Thank you all for blessing me with your support and prayers. The power of prayer is amazing, and Jesus is the REASON for the Season!

Merry Christmas To All...And To All A Good Night!


Oh, The Weather Outside Is Frightful..

Who would have thought that it would be freezing cold, and raining with a possibility of SNOW here in Texas around the Holiday Season? Now, that's just pure luck! I've lived here in Texas my whole life, minus a year or two, and it's snowed 3 times. Well, I'm lying. One of those times it was just big, boulder chunks of ice...but in Texas, that can suffice for snow. Anyway, the weather is frightful outside...people in Texas don't know how to drive in Snow! I'll turn on the news tonight, and there will be car wreck after car wreck. No bueno.

On our Houston news, there will probably be stories of break-in's again tonight. What is wrong with people around this time of year? I just don't get it. The other day, my best friend (who is 5 months pregnant) left her home with her 2 year old son to go to a doctor's appointment, and while she was gone, her front door to her home was kicked in, and thieves stole all kinds of things from them. Oh, and I forgot to mention that my best friend's husband is a Marine and just got back from Afghanistan in June. Do people not realize that when you break into someone's home and take their belongings, you take much more than that? You take their sense of peace and security. To know that my 2 year old god son stood in the living room of his home and cried and said "bad guy" and pointed to the missing television...makes me so sad.

Well, Jonathan and I finally got the Christmas lights up! Apparently either hanging Christmas lights, or Thanksgiving makes me sick, because by last Sunday, I was laid up in bed until yesterday. I had strep throat, the flu...and anything else that could cling on to me. I felt horrible, but I'm starting to feel back to normal now...but I'm sure as soon as I step outside today, my throat will swell up and order me back to bed.

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and survived Black Friday. I skipped out on the shopping in the stores and did most of it online. So much easier than fighting the crowds!

Here are some pics of our lights and tree I thought I'd share:

Thanksgiving Thanks

In less than 4 days, I'll be prepping a 22 lb. bird, injecting, stuffing, basting and baking her slowly in my oven, while whipping up a kitchen full of side-dishes and tasty treats for dessert! And, the last week it's been like 60 degrees here in Texas. That rarely happens, but I'm glad it has become cooler than usual, so I can actually enjoy this holiday season, minus sweating. Today I will attempt to assist Jonathan in hanging Christmas lights on the outside of the house. It will be interesting to see how much *help* I really am. Last year, while I was inside decorating, he and his brother, Justin, put up lights outside, and played a joke on me trying to make me think that Jonathan had fallen off the roof. I may just have to get him back this year. This cool weather is making me feel a little sneaky. ;)

This Thanksgiving, I really do have so much to be thankful for. I've been incredibly blessed to have been surrounded by such wonderful support, because I definitely have needed it. This year, at times, has been trying, and, at times, incredibly tough, but it's also been a year filled with love, happiness, and victory, and for all of that, I am so thankful. I've realized so much this year about the strength and fight I have inside of me, and to have a whole World of support behind me on my happy and not-so-happy days, has meant more to me than I could ever relay in a blog.

In two short words, I'm Thankful.

Teddy Bear?

I watched this last night, and I have MANY things I could say about this video, but won't comment at the moment. Let me hear your thoughts!

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait.

I just wanted to write and let everyone know that there's alot I want to say, and there have been blogs I've written and then not posted...simply because I do not want to jeopardize my case in any way.

At this time, still pending prosecution, I will continue to Use my Voice to encourage others in speaking out and seeking justice, and I will focus on the details of my case only in the courtroom. There are no court dates as of yet, but I'm hoping to hear something soon. If there are things I can update everyone on, I will do so, but right now, I'm just playing the waiting game, again.

I have finished reading all of the guestbook entries and e-mails that have been left on my website through yesterday. I can't thank you all enough for sharing your stories and writing those notes of encouragement and support, it's just so mind-boggling to me that so many of you have been touched by my story, and I would like to thank those of you that have been keeping me in your prayers - I wake up every day feeling more strength for what waits ahead!

All My Love,

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Happy Captureversary!

Today is the one week captureversary (i made that word up) ... or rather the one week anniversary of the capture of Dennis Earl Bradford. What a week it's been! After the capture last Tuesday, and doing nothing but being confined to my house answering phone calls and e-mails for days, I finally got out of the house Friday to wash my car and run some errands, and then decided I needed to get away for the weekend. I drove to San Antonio by myself to clear my head, and visit my best friend and godson. I love San Antonio and I'd love to live there one day. My grandpa and grandma used to take me just about every month as a child, and I have so many memories there..and the atmosphere is just one that I can embrace and love. Anyway, this past weekend was my best friend's 27th birthday, so we had a great time while I was visiting! I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. We've been best friends for about 12 years now, and when we're together we can be goofy and not have a care in the world, and I love to play with my little godson, Bryce. I drove back home Monday, and literally 5 minutes after I walked in the door, as I was unloading my belongings from the car, the home phone rang. At that point, I wanted to throw my suitcase back in the car and get back on the road!

Every night for the past week I've tried to read through all of the thousands of e-mails I've received...I feel horrible that there's just no way I'd ever be able to respond to all of them, but I just can't. I hope you all understand, and just this morning I've finished reading through all of the e-mails I've received on my justiceforjennifer website, facebook, and myspace, and letters that have been sent to the Dickinson Police Department. I still have to sit and finish reading all of the guestbook entries on my website, and look forward to that. I am still in disbelief that so many of you have heard my voice, and have been inspired to use yours! Your stories have touched my heart, and I've found myself crying reading so many of the e-mails I've received. Those of you that have sent me messages congratulating me and encouraging me, Thank you! I know that this is really only the beginning of another chapter in my life. See, what some people don't understand is that I will never let this go...I will never completely "move on" ...even after the trial. I plan to dedicate my life in helping others, and be involved in law enforcement in one way or another. I am going back to school in the Spring to finish off my degree, and then want to also start a foundation to help other victims of violent crime and encourage them to use their voices in becoming victorious, and get the justice they deserve. I don't know how long it will take to accomplish my new goals, but I guarantee you, I won't ever stop.

In Victory,
Jennifer <3


"Hope is not a Dream...but a way of making dreams become Reality."

October 13, 2009 was a day of pure emotion, and victory. At 6:50 a.m. in North Little Rock, Arkansas, Dennis Earl Bradford was arrested as a suspect in my 19-year-old cold case.

Someone please pinch me. Is this REALLY happening?!? Yes, it is. Imagine waiting 19 long years, and waking up to a phone call at 6:50 a.m. that all of these years later...the above person had been captured. It's almost been a week, and well...I'm still in complete and utter...shock. I'm excited and overwhelmed at the same time, and so incredibly happy that he cannot hurt anyone else.

At this time, I will not comment any further on my case, pending prosecution, but want you all to know that I sincerely and deeply appreciate all of your e-mails, messages, phone calls, etc. This past week has definitely been a whirlwind, to say the least, and I still have not been able to sit still long enough to read the thousands of e-mails and messages I've received. It amazes me that so many people that I've never known would take the time to write me such genuine, heart felt messages.
Thank you all, very, very much for your support!
Sending love to you all,

Fight, Fearlessness and Facades.

First of all, WOW, almost 15,000 views on my website!! All but about 3,000 of those are just from the last couple of weeks! Thank you all so much for taking the time to come to and read my story and pass it along to others. Also, I'd like to thank everyone that has signed my guestbook and left such wonderful comments! You all encourage and inspire me on a daily basis to keep doing what I'm doing with your kind thoughts and by sharing your stories with me. You're all simply amazing.

Reading through all of the entries on my guestbook, I decided to touch on a few things...

My Fight.

This whole traumatic incident has been a long journey and I've fought my way to get here. I have fought from the very beginning, and never given up. I fought for my life, my voice, my recovery, my sanity, and now, I'm fighting for justice for not only myself, but others. I have said it many times, and I'll say it again, I am here for a reason...which is to USE MY VOICE, and encourage others, and I won't give up, because...


I feel as though I could take on the World. After what I've been through, and all I've fought for and overcome, why should I be afraid? I will NOT live my life in fear. I am so incredibly blessed to have had a normal childhood and adult life, and I want to be a leader for others. I want to encourage others. How would I be encouraging to others if I was scared to speak out about my story, scared to go in public to run daily errands, or show my face when talking about my story?
Someone wrote an entry on my blog about my cheerfulness on television possibly being a...


The definition of facade is: a superficial appearance or illusion of something.

Understand that what happened to me, happened 19 years ago. I have had years to overcome this event in my life, and empower myself with strength to fight back.

I WAS scared, for a couple of years after this happened.
I HAD nightmares.
Every year, I thought that he'd come back for me...and "finish me off."


What you see, is what you get.

I am NOT in mourning, why would I be? I have a beautiful, healthy life!
I am NOT sad & grieving, I've got many, many, things to be thankful for.
I am passionate about helping others, because THIS is MY PURPOSE in LIFE.

Over the years, I have tried to transform, to the best of my ability, a negative, traumatic event...into one that is positive, and can encourage and educate speaking out. Growing up, I would hate when I would tell my story to someone, and they'd respond with "I'm so sorry you went through that, I understand." I've never wanted anyone to "feel sorry" for me. You shouldn't. I am alive. I feel so sad for those whose lives have been taken. Those that weren't lucky enough to have children find them while playing. And, saying, "I understand" when you really don't...that does more damage than good. There isn't anyone that ever fully understands until they've been through it. What you CAN do, is join in a person's journey. Fight the fight with them, and be supportive. What has made me who I am, is spending all of these last 19 years of my life talking about my traumatic experience to help in my own healing, and try and encourage others to speak out along with me and keep up The FIGHT, and BE FEARLESS!

Please do not take me for being superficial, because JENNIFER SCHUETT is not superficial, but instead a SURVIVOR.

Justice For All,

Operation: Keep Quiet NO MORE!

Sept. 12, 2009, my voice was heard, louder than ever.

It was 6:45 p.m., on Saturday, and time to head out. I finished clipping my dainty earrings into my ears, gave my hair one last "spray" of wax, and waited in the car for Jonathan in the driveway. He tends to take longer than me to get ready...but I'm not complaining, it's great to have a man by my side that cares about his appearance; although, sometimes...I secretly think he may care too much. Here it is 2 days later and he's still complaining about how his hair looked in the pictures we took that night. Anyway, we backed out of the driveway, made it a mile down the road, and of course there was traffic. We were supposed to be at the restaurant by 7:00 p.m. to meet some of Jonathan's family and a few friends to view my story debuting on AMW, so I started to feel an anxiety attack coming on. I hate being late, and I like to plan things out, and when they don't go as planned...I tend to freak out a little. As we weaved in and out of the traffic, I clutched onto the door handle and looked out the window, biting my bottom lip. Thankfully, with Jonathan's skillful driving, we not only arrived in the packed parking lot of the restaurant at 6:59, but we even arrived there still alive!

Did I mention the parking lot was packed? Yes, I did. Well, as we walked in, I realized why. A Mystery Dinner Theatre was taking place. Now, this would have been great ANY OTHER night..but not tonight. In one hour, my voice was going to be heard, much to my amazement, all over the World. This is the moment I've waited for...for 19 years, and I started to regret watching it at a restaurant, as there was so much hustle-and-bustle going on, I was terrified I wouldn't be able to hear the show as it aired. As friends and family arrived, we made our way through the slow-moving buffet line, and up the stairs. All I could think about was how surreal this moment was, the long wait I've waited, and how it was finally here...and then...the piano music started.

As we all talked and laughed and dined on a variety of delicious foods, we couldn't help but try to tune out songs from the movie "Titanic" and of course the ever-so-popular "Happy Birthday" being played on the piano downstairs. I repeatedly had the waiter reassure me that I would be able to hear the show when it was to come on in less than 30 minutes. I started to get so nervous about being on AMW that I couldn't take another bite of food. As much as I knew what a great job AMW had done on making sure my story would turn out as accurate as possible, I couldn't help but think more about why I was really doing this. Why I am using my voice...and then, as I sat there, looked around the table, and saw the love of my life and his family on my left side, and my closest, dearest friends on my right, I calmed down, and thought of all the little princesses getting kissed goodnight by their parents and falling asleep in what is supposed to be the safest place of all...their beds...and I was ready to have my voice heard, LOUD and c-l-e-a-r.

It was now 8:00. Showtime. I heard John Walsh's voice over the television, and my heart started to race. I thought of his son, Adam, and what courage and strength John Walsh has had to fight for justice for his son, who was murdered all those years ago. We moved our chairs closer to the television, and the waiter turned the volume up the loudest it would go. I watched in disbelief as I heard the story of Alexia Lopez, and wished I could hug her mom, Sandra and tell her how much I admire her for never giving up seeking justice for her daughter. About 16 minutes into the show, my story started. I clenched my sweaty palms together, and my eyes were glued on the television. Everyone was quiet...except for the bartender (she decided to start crushing ice for frozen drink orders during the show). As my story played out, and then ended, and a commercial break came on, I was crying tears of joy. I felt the stress lift off of my shoulders, and I could only hope I had made a difference in someones life by using my voice to tell my story, with the help of AMW.

The ride home was very calm, and I didn't know what to say, really. This time, I looked out of the car window into the darkness, and instead of biting my lip and clenching the door handle, I was smiling and the nervousness had subsided. My cell phone was going off what seemed like every few seconds with phone calls, e-mail notifications, and text messages. At this point, I started to realize the answer to the question I had earlier about how many people were watching AMW right along with me ...and I became pretty convinced that just about everyone in America had their televisions set to watch AMW that night.

Over the last couple of days, I've received e-mails from ALL OVER the World, from Massachusetts to Japan and what seems to be everywhere in-between, thanking me for sharing my story.

What do I say to that?

If only you all knew how THANKFUL I AM TO YOU!!

Thank you for listening.
Thank you for watching.
Thank you for calling in tips.
Thank you for opening your hearts.
Thank you for spreading the word about my case.
Thank you for caring.
Thank you for sharing YOUR stories with me.

There are some people that I know personally, that could care less about what I'm doing. People that are very negative when it concerns my case, and I won't name any names because that doesn't really matter. People that don't want me to talk about what happened to me, and think I should just "move on" and don't understand how I can't "get over" what happened. (Yes, I've had people actually use those words)...Unbelievable, I know. Basically, there are those people still in this world that cannot manage to find happiness within their own hearts, much less happy and supportive of others, which is why I've learned to ignore the negativity, and keep up my fight for justice over the years. My promise to myself and to you that I REFUSE to give up, and let this just be a case that gets swept under the rug, and forgotten about. If I did that, I would be no example to other victims that there is hope and that you can fight back and live and LEAD a normal life.

So, with that said, having such great, honest, heart-felt support from all of you wonderful people all over this World, is beyond amazing to me. I hope that I HAVE indeed been able to encourage at least one person out there that has been harmed by one of these worthless creeps to take a stand, speak out and fight back against these horrible crimes that are being committed in this World, and I also hope I scared the shit out of at least one predator out there that was planning on preying on a child. I hope that criminals will now be scared to seek out children. I think that criminals believe children are easiest to prey on because they think of children as being weak and too scared to fight back. I hope that I've shown criminals that they'd better think twice before committing senseless, disgusting acts against children and realize that I am using my LOUD VOICE to encourage others to not keep quiet and feel threatened by these sick criminals any more!

You all have given me even more motivation and drive. I feel like, with all of you behind me through my journey, we are now on a World-Wide Manhunt together!

If you have any information about my case, the FBI is now offering a $10,000 reward for information leading to an arrest! Call the AMW Hotline at 1-800-CRIME-TV or submit a tip online.

And to the person that kidnapped me and attemped to murder me...I have one question..."Whatcha gonna do...When We Come For YOU?"

You Can't Run Forever...



I arrived in Baltimore, Maryland on August 31st. My flight was interesting, to say the least. A little too much turbulence for my liking. I've been flying alone since the age of 5 or 6, and I've never been afraid on an airplane until Monday. Let's just say...I wanted to kiss the ground when that plane safely landed on the runway! From Baltimore, I was driven into Georgetown, which is in the northern part of D.C. I was here almost 2 years ago, for the birth of my godson, Bryce. He was born in Bethesda, actually, but I also visited D.C. and saw all there was to see while I was in town back then...The Monument, The White House, etc. This time, I am here in D.C. to meet John Walsh and do an interview with him. It seems D.C. brings me big, life-changing events...maybe I should consider moving? It's great here, and this time, I stayed in Georgetown, where the atmosphere is completely different from where I live in Texas. There were sidewalk shops and cafes, and everyone seemed to be so friendly and can I just take a moment... to brag about the weather? It was beautiful every day I was there, with no humidity, and I don't think there was a time I even broke out into a sweat while walking outside. Just blocks away from my hotel ... Juicy Couture, Cusp, Mac, Sephora, Barnes & Noble, Urban Outfitters, Steve Madden...literally, the list here could go on and on...

One of the AMW producers, Cindy, and I went to dinner Monday night. She is such an incredible and amazing person, and I love her so much! We've kept in close contact and we've become friends since earlier this year when she came to Texas to interview me at my home and also the lead investigators on my case. I think Cindy would be the first to tell you she wishes I'd give up drinking DP, but I couldn't resist ordering one at dinner. At first the waitress said "sure." and I was so excited inside, because earlier in the airport, I tried buying a DP, and there was only Coca-Cola products. And, if you know me, you know I'm a Dr. Pepper addict. Well, this turned out to be an un-lucky moment for me at dinner, because the waitress quickly recanted and said "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that, we don't even carry Dr. Pepper!" So, I settled for an iced tea....with lots of sugar added, of course. Dinner was wonderful, I had lump crab cakes with mashed potatoes and veggies, as I hear when visiting Maryland, you've GOT to try the crab cakes, and I did. What better than great food & great conversation with an all around great person? It just doesn't get any better...well, other than the fact that I wish Johnny was there to experience all of this with me. But, he stayed back at home, taking care of our house and dogs, but I'll admit, it was hard not to miss him! The first night, I slept pretty well, I did wake up a few times, but other than that, I can't complain. The hotel was gorgeous, and the bed was comfy, and I got to curl up in that big bed and catch up on the latest not-so-important celeb gossip.
Tuesday morning, I decided to get up and shower pretty early, and get ready for the day, you know..walk around Georgetown and see the sidewalk sites, and of course, I was on a mission for finding a tall glass of DP! After I got out of the shower, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out from under the door, and decide to see what it was. The Washington Post! =) I kept this copy. I quickly get back to getting ready, and needed to brush my wet hair, so I look for my big flat hairbrush. Of all things to forget..I forgot my brush back home. Not good. All I had was a tiny round brush that I only use when straightening my hair. Oh well, it would have to work during blow drying. As I start attempting to brush, the darn thing gets stuck in my hair! I was almost to the point of tears. It happened so quickly, I mean, totally caught me by was stuck (and when i say "stuck" I mean wrapped, knotted, and everything else that could possibly be wrong) right in the front of my head, at the roots! It took me 20 (yes, 20) minutes to get the brush out! All I could think is "I'm going to have to cut this brush out of my head, and I'll have a baldspot" - Mortifying, might I add...because this same night, I am supposed to meet John Walsh! So anyway, as the day progresses and I leave my hotel, thankfully with a full head of hair, I'm hungry, and dying of thirst. I've been getting a little antsy about having no Dr.Pepper in my system by this time, and feel like I could get the shakes and go into having withdrawls at any moment. While walking down this strip in Georgetown, I see a little diner called Johnny Rockets, and it looked fun (and of COURSE reminded me of my Johnny back home) so I decided to go on in for some lunch. I look on the menu...and wasn't completely surprised to see.. all they had were Coca-Cola products! I gave in (clearly I was losing this battle) and ordered a Coca Cola, and then I felt like the ultimate traitor.

After lunch, and only somewhat quenching my thirst, I went in and out of some shops, bought a few little things and also visited one of the oldest standing structures in the nation's capital, The Old Stone House, built in I believe 1766. I took some pictures, and it was really neat to see such a beautiful place still standing, right in the heart of Georgetown, in the midst of D.C., where everyone probably forgets about this historical home because of all of the "big" tourist sites, and shopping there is around. I must admit, while walking through the house (it was 3 stories tall) I felt a little eery-ness going on at times, but got some cool pictures. Hopefully no orbs show up in them or anything when I get them developed! From there, I headed to a little French bakery/cafe we even have back home in Texas. I knew they would NOT let me down. =) I found my DP, and even got some great pastries...and the guy behind the counter complimented me and told me "You are so beautiful" and proceeded to ask me if Jonathan "knew how lucky he is" to have me. I definitely reminded Jonathan how lucky he IS to have me in his life, and then got accused of flirting with the baker and wanting to open a bakery with him! Oh how Jonathan cracks me up at times! As I walked back to my hotel with my paper bag full of to-go boxes filled with pastries, and that Dr. Pepper in my hand, I felt like such a confident, happy, and not to mention, lucky gal, ready for the big moment, meeting John Walsh, and letting the world hear my story.

After I rushed up to my room, locked the door, and sat in my hotel room, stuffing my stomach full of pastries made of chocolate, fruit and pudding (sounds gross...but it was oh-so-good), and quickly gulping down my wonderful drink I'd waited over 24 hours to get my hands on, I kept in touch with friends and supporters online anxiously awaiting news of how I was doing, and giving me words of encouragement for the night. It is so nice to know that there are still so many kind people in this world that are willing to take the time to walk in this journey for justice right along side me, and send me personal messages filled with their own experiences, and such heart-felt words. On the news, this world is made out to be such a horrible place, filled with murderers, rapists, and terrorists of every kind, but I will tell you, I've been so incredibly blessed with meeting, knowing, and having some of the most wonderful friends and supporters in the world as a part of my life.

After having dinner again with the most-amazing Cindy, and laughing and sharing stories outside of her favorite French cafe, the time had finally come, a car picked us up, and took us to the set. It was about 9:45 p.m., and we pulled up to a set outside filled with smoke, and police cars with their lights on, and I immediately felt the weight coming down on my shoulders. I had to take a few deep breaths. Was I really ready for this moment? My heart felt as though it was lodged in my throat, and momentarily, I started to question myself...and as I stepped out of the car, onto the gravel in my heels, I knew I could do this, and HAD to do this...not only for myself, but for every other little girl, innocently and peacefully sleeping in their beds at that very moment, that could possibly be taken by this creep that had hurt me over 19 years ago. From that moment, I no longer questioned if I was ready, or what I was doing there, and I felt stronger than anyone on Earth.
..I can honestly say, I know I was there for a reason, and this was one of the most defining moments of my life.

When it was time, I met John Walsh, one of the nicest men I've ever met, and a man who I look up to because he stands up for and fights for the lives of people like he and myself, who have been hurt and had part of their lives effected in one way or another, by even in his own words, a "coward" who gets enjoyment out of harming others. For weeks, I felt like I would have a huge emotional breakdown when I met John Walsh, and I was so worried that I would make a complete fool of myself, but meeting him was one of the most natural, heart-warming experiences of my life, and it's definitely one...I will never forget. There I stood, FINALLY, face-to-face with someone that could actually feel and understand my pain and my passion, and as he put on his famous black leather jacket and then shook my hand, he assured me one day, the identity of who did this to me would be known, and justice would prevail. We talked, we walked, then we sat on the set and filmed what I feel will lead to a break in my case. Here it is a few days after filming, and it still baffles me that millions will be watching, and listening to MY STORY...and knowing John Walsh is on MY, words can't even explain how grateful and indebted to him and his whole team of people at AMW I am, for allowing me this amazing opportunity to help others by USING MY VOICE, and possibly save them from having to encounter something no little girl should ever have to.

As they say... at AMW, "You Can Run...But You Can't Hide!" Let's see if this guy stops running on September 12th! Tune into Fox and watch America's Most Wanted at 8 p.m. CST, for the season premiere show, and please tell everyone you know, because like I've always said, you never know...that one tip that you may feel is nothing, could be the tip that solves my case, and prevents other little girls from being harmed!

Using the voice so graciously given back to me,


Here It Goes...

I'm overwhelmed. I feel as though I could break out into tears at any moment. Tonight, my case will be aired on The Wheel of Justice, a great local program incorporated into The KPRC Channel 2 Newscast. Thank God for caring, supportive people. The messages of support I've gotten over the last week, and especially today, is just amazing! I feel as though I've waited so long for SOMETHING to happen... a break in the case, a suspect...and now that the media is involved, and I've got the best detective and special agent I could ask for working my case, I'm confident my phone will be ringing very soon with some surprising information. I've never agreed to be on local t.v. before, until tonight, so I'm nervous. But, being nervous is okay as long as I encourage at least one person to speak out with me, or one tip gets called in. Tune in @ 10 p.m. on Channel 2 if you're in the Houston area...if not, catch the newscast live on

Here it goes....wish me luck!

Use your Voice,

Have YOU Seen HIM?

This is a new sketch that was done back in April. The picture on the left is my version of what the suspect looked like back in 1990, and the picture on the right is an age progression of what he may look like now, 19 years later. Have you seen him? Think you may know something about my case?
Please contact:
Detective Tim Cromie
Dickinson Police Department
(281) 337-6359


Thursday, August 20, 2009, my case will air on the 10 p.m. Houston Channel 2 News. Channel 2 News has a program within it's newscast called "Wheel of Justice." I am so grateful for this local program and I am anxious to see what they have put together from filming the other day.

It still amazes me that even 19 long years later, there are wonderful, caring people willing to help me on my journey to justice. I have great strength because of those of you who leave me your kind words, and messages of support and encouragement.

Please tune in this Thursday and tell everyone you know to please do the same!

Lots of love,

19 years later

Today is August 10th 2009.

Wow. Hard to believe it's been 19 years since I was taken from my bedroom window....and hard to also believe 19 years later, I'm still looking for the man that did this. But, in all honesty, I don't think I'll be blogging about that next year...I truly believe that maybe even by the end of the year this year...I'll know who he is, and he will be sitting in jail...right where he belongs! I'm confident now more than ever. There's an awesome team of dedicated, caring detectives/special agents helping me in getting this case solved...and so many friends and even strangers that are supporting me, that I would never even consider giving up.

On this date, I celebrate.

I celebrate my life, and all of you that have helped me through this journey, because if I didn't have your love, words of encouragement, and your thoughtfulness, I may not have made it 19 years being so strong and had my mind-set not to give up.

In my case, giving up is NOT an option.

Justice will prevail.

Just wait and see it unfold right before your eyes.

Thank you to EVERYONE!

I'm Alive!

What I can't understand is... why people would go to a website, such as mine,, and not take the time to read my story before they e-mail me. I do NOT like getting e-mails about being "sorry for my loss" or "sorry for my family's loss"

...I'm NOT dead!

I'm an ALIVE & WELL 27 year old woman on a mission to find the man that ATTEMPTED to murder me.

Key word: ATTEMPTED!

I hope this clears up the confusion! =)

Thanks to all of you who have written supportive e-mails, and signed my guestbook, your support and prayers are very much appreciated!


Jennifer <3

p.s. - I have a big secret I'm keeping...hopefully I won't have to keep it much longer, and I'll be able to share it with you all!


This last week has been full of emotions, that have come from out-of-nowhere. I am, what I consider to be, a strong survivor. I've never wanted to play a poor, pitiful, victim role and want sympathy for what happened to me. I've always tried my hardest to make a "positive out of a negative" and turn the tables around, telling my story in hopes it may help someone else who has been a victim of a violent crime, or in hopes that it may educate just one more person, or because .every.single.person. I tell my story to will in turn tell someone else, who will tell someone else, until someone who knows something relevant to my case will call the police department and give the tip that cracks the case.

This is what I live for.

That moment where I get the call saying, "We've found him."

Because, at that moment, I know he will never touch another single little girl in his lifetime, and I'll be able to sleep better at night. I DON'T FEAR HIM, what I fear is ...what happened to me, being done to another innocent little girl, sleeping quietly in her bed at night. I guess living with the fear of other children going through what I went through, has built itself up inside of me and my emotions have shown this week.

At my Citizen's Police Academy meeting last week, I told my class an overview of my story, and before I even got to the front of the classroom, I started bawling crying. I know it IS okay to cry, but I'm just so used to trying to be strong, that I didn't fully understand, at that moment, why I was crying. And,. I don't want to give anyone an interpretation that has ever been in a traumatic situation to feel that it's not okay to cry or that it means you're weak, because it doesn't mean you are! I feel maybe I was out of my comfort zone, because that was the first time I got up infront of a large group of people and told them what happened to me. I'm used to telling one person, or two people at a time, my story. This time I was telling 20 or so strangers what I went through, but I must admit, when it was all over with, I felt so good that I fought through those tears, and still stood up there, and had just told 20 more people my story.

Part of the tears I cry are also out of anger...because what I don't understand can you take a sleeping child from her bedroom, and rape her, and attempt to brutally murder her, and not eventually turn yourself in? How do you live with that?

Wait, I know the answer to that question.

You cannot bear to turn yourself in, because YOU ARE A COWARD! And YOU FEAR WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU.

And, I want you to know that:





Giving back to the community..

For a long time, I've had this yearning to get involoved with my community and "give back" in a many people searched for me when I was missing, sent me cards or letters with words of encouragement while I was in the hospital, and there were fundraisers to help with medical bills, and, I have, at times, felt like there's a piece missing from my life...for some reason, I just haven't necessarily felt completely....complete. So, when I saw an ad in my local newspaper for The Citizen's Police Academy, I joined, and I LOVE IT! The class is so much fun so far, and very interesting, and makes me feel as though I'm doing something great within my community. We meet once a week for 15 weeks, and go over a different topic each time, relating to police work. I recommend it to all of you that are interested in seeing what police go through on a daily basis, if your community offers such a program. =)

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