Every Day


Every day you can help just by looking:

We have been working on searching and passing the word on the web to help find missing people. People like Aaliyah, who is still missing, whose concerned parents are desperately looking for her. We are committed to their cause.

Sharing is all it takes to contribute to this effort. It doesn’t cost a thing, and it’s a good deed for everyone.

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A Start is Born

Every startup founder knows implicitly that startup success is a long hard road. Yet we always dream that we are the exception to the rule. So once in a while, it’s good to look at some facts to temper our imagination.

I was reading an old article written by marketing guru Seth Godin a while back where he mentions that “it takes about six years of hard work to become an overnight success.” Based on a small sample of household names from Bill Gates to Mark Zuckerberg, he is an optimist. Here is some data from Wikipedia:

•    Microsoft – Bill Gates founded Microsoft in 1974, to develop and sell BASIC interpreters for the Altair 8800. Six years later, he managed to land a contract with IBM to provide their IBM PC base operating system. Even still, it was another six years before Microsoft went public in 1986, making him an overnight success worth $350 million.

•    Apple – It took Steve Jobs two decades to become an overnight dot-com billionaire. Established in Cupertino, California in 1975, Apple really didn’t get on the map until the advent of the Macintosh in 1984, nine years later. Even then, it struggled through the 80’s and 90’s, until the advent of the iMac and consumer products.

•    Yahoo! – This company was founded by Jerry Yang and David Filo in January 1994. In April 1996, Yahoo! had its initial public offering, raising $33.8 million, by selling 2.6 million shares at $13 each. Amazon.com and Yahoo! are the benchmarks in the industry for overnight success, but still required two to three years to really get going.

•    Facebook – Mark Zuckerberg, while attending Harvard as a sophomore, concocted “Facemash” in 2002 to get a lost girlfriend off his mind. He later changed the name to Facebook. In 2005, Facebook still showed a yearly net loss of $3.63 million. But within five years it became an overnight success, and now has about 400 million users worldwide.

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IT COULD BE (YOU!)


 

Somewhere, there is a child who is far too young to care about who is and who is not present in his life. Somewhere, there is a child who is not yet aware that she has been completely sealed off from a loving parent. Somewhere, there is a child who cannot comprehend that one of his parents is missing from his life; that there is a void; that there are questions being sown. Deep, churning, subconscious questions that have yet to form and grow and gnaw.

But then, the curiosity slowly builds. “Do I have a dad?” she asks. “Do I have a mom?” he wonders. “Where is he?” “Where is she?” “When will we see him again?” The parent who is present (i.e. the abductor) carefully considers the child’s age before replying. When they’re 4, 5, or 6, the brush-off is a snap. However, by the age of 8, 9, or 10, these tactics wear thin as the pain increases along with the hunger: “Did we do something wrong, Mom?” “Is Mom upset with me, Dad?” “Why isn’t Dad here? Doesn’t he care about me?” For as long as possible, the responses are pithy and pat. When that doesn’t work, a harsh pivot to anger is just the thing to quash any burning curiosity: “Who gives a s—t about her?!!” “How the F—K should I know what your father is thinking or feeling?!!” Sometimes, this shuts the child up for a few days. Sometimes, for a few months. And sometimes, forever. But the questions never go away.

How did our child get to this bleak and lowly place? The answer varies. Frequently, a parent simply violates a court order and vanishes with the child. He or she will change names or move to a distant state or leave the country altogether. Naturally, they will always have their explanations (“I was only acting in my son’s best interest.”), but it never alters the illegality of it all, not to mention the moral questions. Imagine what it does to a child when she is shuffled from place to place simply because her delinquent, runaway dad doesn’t want to be detected. Imagine what cruelness is it to a boy when his world has no patterns, no sameness, no routines, no certainty. Children have an innate yearning to understand where they fit in—with their parents, with their siblings, with their peers, and with the bigger world, beyond. So what happens when there is nothing to fit in with? The simple answer is, it is devastating; when the basic structures of a child’s life are disrupted or destroyed, it is an emotional calamity that never quite recedes.

Sadly, this is an aspect of child abuse that is too rarely discussed or reckoned with. Physical abuse, though awful to contemplate, is easier to wrap one’s mind around; it is more clear-cut, more visible, and more solvable (E.g. separate the child from the abuser). Emotional abuse of the nature described above is shadowy, nebulous, and harder to grasp. Further, it is challenging for the victim to understand, as well, for there is no discernable ‘it’ for her to point to. There is no singular moment, no monster, no scar, no thing to accuse and blame for the unrelenting void the victim feels in her heart. There is only a dark, fearful place that one tries—at all costs—to avoid. After all, to go there would only mean to stir up deep and enduring pain. You see, this is the place where the child hears the voice of her mother or father (the one who was present AND the one who was not) saying again and again in echoing waves: “I don’t love you. I don’t love you. I don’t love you. I don’t love you…”

But though the room can be avoided, it can never be forgotten. The child becomes a teenager… becomes a young adult… becomes a twentysomething, thirtysomething, fortysomething, and so on. But the room never completely fades away. Simply put, what has been done to the child has effects which are everlasting.

Please consider this the next time you hear about someone who went missing twenty-some-odd years ago. Consider it when you glance at a coffee-shop bulletin board and notice an old picture of a child side-by-side with a modern picture of her electronically-aged, adult ‘match’. Please have a second look. Please give it a second thought. Think hard about it.

Or perhaps you’ll hear about a woman who, at the age of 29, found out that her father was NOT dead and that her last name wasn’t what she’d always been told it was! Please think about her, for at that very moment her mind is likely racing at top speed while it replays all those many times she’d heard her mother say awful things about her father and, and, and now she’s suddenly come to know—THEY WERE ALL LIES!
And please consider her father and give him a second thought, as the damage done to him assuredly fits hand-in-glove with the damage done to the girl. From the girl’s 5th birthday onward, he’s missed every single milestone of her life. From Christmases to school performances to sports accomplishments to relationships to graduations—he missed it all.

And while you’re at it, think about all the other fathers and all the other mothers—and all the daughters and sons and uncles and aunts and grandparents who have everlasting holes in their hearts, too. Who knows? You might even know one of them. Maybe one of these individuals is in your bowling league, attends your bible study, teaches your grand-kids, or styles your wife’s hair. You’ll never know unless you start paying attention. Such a simple act of caring can literally change lives. Remember, the people live with these life problems every day.

One of them might even be YOU!

This is where you can look for another missing child: http://www.videolocators.com/
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Time doesent’t end


Who knows why people go missing but there are a number of reasons. Pictures have been aged and we really never know why he went missing and regrets there might be a few but they can be forgiven. Circumstances: Duy was last seen at Bean Hollow State Beach, south of Half Moon Bay, California on April 17, 1992. Duy has not been seen or heard from since his disappearance. Age progression and guess what, you can help by just looking around.  http://www.videolocators.com/Contact.aspx?id=2459

 

“When a child needs more than a parent”


Can you imagine it? A sweet, little girl who is better off when she is NOT with her biological parents because they are unfit to raise her? Well, in the case of our dear, beloved Kaylyn, that is exactly the situation. She was stolen from us by the very people who lost all legal rights to be with her: her mother and father! What does it say about their character that they would forcibly take her away from us? What does it say about their lack of decency?

And so, we are urgently trying to find our darling Kaylyn, for we know these ‘parents’ of hers are too irresponsible and selfish to care for her well-being. We are terribly worried that Kaylyn will be harmed, or neglected, or exposed to things she shouldn’t be. If you could put yourself in our shoes, you would know our pain.
Won’t you please help? If you have seen the face of our precious angel (whom you can see in the picture, with her strawberry-blonde hair and her bright blue eyes), then please, PLEASE contact us! We are so desperate to get our Kaylyn back home where she will be happy and safe again. The last time she was seen was on August 29th of 2017 in North Adams Maine. We are almost 100% certain that she is traveling with her parents—constantly moving from place to place as they desperately try to avoid detection.

The last car they were known to be driving was a black, 1997 Subaru Legacy, with a Massachusetts license plate number 8BC W90.

This is a child that needs a stable education, home and people who love her and that want the best for her. Thinking of Kaylyn first!
http://www.videolocators.com/Contact.aspx?id=2445

A VETERANS STORY


 
We landed and we got ready to disembark and they opened the airplane’s doors. The heat hits you in the face and it then just hangs on until some form of acclimation to this new environment set in. Initially, you’re standing there saying to yourself, I don’t know if I’ll be able to endure this heat. South Vietnam in the was way past global warming in the 60’s.
 
We’ve got our orders for a new battalion or about 500 guys and as usual, it’s hurry up and wait in the Army and nothing new. This was the 101st Airborne. We got our equipment and waited again. Sitting down on the ground I started talking to a guy named Don, just small talk and the conversation about family and home was typical. He was from Indiana, I believe, and he was an E-5 about three grades ahead of me and in the service for 5 years already. A few guys would walk by and, on occasion, you saw someone you saw the month before last at jump school at Ft. Benning, Georgia. One of the guys sat down for a few minutes and asked if we were brothers and we said “no” and why would you ask that? He said well you guys look alike and could pass for brothers. Then some guys that Don knew almost repeated the same question almost word for word. When news came down that we’re heading out and what bus to get on Don and I looked at each other, shook hands and said jokily “see you later brother.”
 
I looked for Don as we got into formation and noticed there were green buses and blue buses. The blue buses had their windows rolled up and the green was rolled all the way down. I asked one of the guys why that was and he said we should have gone in the Air Force as they have AC buses. You think for a second and realize that hindsight is 20/20. It was still extremely hot and you could feel it every day. It took a couple of weeks just to get acclimated but finally, you get used to it and your body adjusts.
 
About the third week we shipped out to our assigned units and mine was the 1/327th of the 101st. I was in line with a weapon and when I got there they gave me this M-79 Grenade launcher. It looked like a sawed-off shotgun but with a bullet hole about the size a little larger than a silver dollar. The ammo of which about weighed almost a lb each, so now I had my regular gear plus an additional 40 lbs of ammo. The M-16 you received 6 clips and total weight 8 lbs. Never even shot one of these things so had to go to the range for a couple of days. It had a stand-up range gage but after the 2nd day I didn’t need it and got better at eyeballing it. I guess to get us used to the continuous walking they got us in gear and we walked the 10 miles to our unit, as just a walk, in the park.
 
I remember when speaking with Don he said it was a good idea not to make really good friends with anyone as to where they came from, their relatives in total. He said the more you know the harder it was if they got it. Got it I said? When they got hit and killed. So I kept it pretty low profile when talking to guys and never got too informative about my life. It was hard enough to get a dear John letter after only 3 weeks in the country, saying she’d write and wanted to be friends. Her last letter she mentioned that her dog had died and when I read that I smiled and one guy said, what’s so funny and I said the dog died. He got that bewildered look on his face and asked, why would that make you smile? You see, about the last time we had slept together I woke up the following morning, stretched out my leg and my foot found this wet spot, the dog had wet the bed and left with great haste, as soon as he saw my face and heard the four letter word I expressed. The girl got mad at me for yelling at the damn dog who just wet the bed and I stuck my foot in it. So the rest of that day I just would smile and said the damn dog died.
 
It was about the 2nd week in August 1966 and a bright day, no clouds and a slight breeze and somewhat of a normal day. About 10 AM we got the word, saddle up, they need our help. Who, what? Then it came down the line, a platoon got hit in an ambush and we had to go see if we could help. It was about a half hour fast-paced march from our camp. The area was pretty much flat dried rice patties and then mountains. We got to the base of the mountain and had about a mile and a half to go and somewhat of a steep climb. When we got to the site most of the team were sitting on the side and the major came up and tossed body bags at us and said we have 3 KIA’s and need your help getting them back to the camp. I took one and went to the nearest body to me. I looked across the path and there was a helmet and in the helmet, there was brain matter and that alone wakes you up the reality of the time at hand. We slowly rolled the guy on to the body bag and I saw the face and it knocked me back, back on my butt and I just stared. The other guy said what’s wrong, Burns, Burns what’s wrong, do you know him and I said yes, yes its Don. Don? Someone you know and I just shook my head yes. That’s all I could do, is look, I couldn’t talk and if I tried nothing would come out. The Sarg came over and looked, then said Burns, isn’t that your brother and I shook my head No, what and then I yelled, NO! No! it is Don.
 
We loaded his body into the bag and it took four of us to carry him down the mountain. Because of the incline guys would lose their grip and drop the bag, I included. I would say I’m sorry Don and every time he slipped from our grip I would say sorry Don. One of the guys said stop that, but I couldn’t. I believe all of us had tears in our eyes but no tears ran down our faces. It took about an hour longer to get off the mountain because of carrying this dead weight of the body. The chopper was already waiting and when we were about 15 feet away we put him down and one more time I said I’m sorry Don. One of the guys helping came over to me and said, he wasn’t your brother, was he? I said no but he might as well have been. Now Don’s words about not making friends came to me and I understood.
 
If you read this, this is what war can do to anyone even if its 50 years later, hasn’t left my memories. It will never ever fade fro.m those who have memories of war.
 
This is why war should only be the ONE option that is TO WIN and no other objective
Ed Burns Sr mgr@videolocators.com

WHAT WE’RE DOING


 WHAT ARE WE DOING & HAVE ACCOMPLISHED

  • The problem we’re solving
    • We’re helping people find the missing and wanted in their lives by using a proprietary marketing method that promotes the story and circumstances generating stronger and better results.  Our proprietary marketing method and findings are supported proof by Google Analytic’s and Alexa.com.
  • Business model
  • Business Model is simple and straightforward. We help people find the missing or wanted in their lives by allowing them to post images and information on our site.  In our confirmation process we’re in contact with the users and convert them to using our full marketing service at less than $240.00r per year.
  • The proprietary Marketing Method also allows us to lock out competitors and lock in lead generation. It combines PPC (Paid Clicks) with Social Media as well as Community Marketing
  • Product roadmap & timeline

o    We’ve created a beta website that has proven the success of the hypothesis and of our projections. Once funded we’ll start generating revenue after 6-9 months and healthy growth after 12-18 months

  • Size of market we’re addressing

o    Our initial market share will be less than 1% but will generate $1 Million plus per month after the first year to 18 months of operation

  • Competitive landscape

o    Our competitors are 85% charitable, 3% legal industry, and 12% background checking firms that purchase 90% of online ad space

  • Projections / Financials

o    Projections hypothesis have achieved credibility by matching and surpassing reach percentage of viewers giving us the potential assurance that the same will follow on revenue generating as calculated.

  • Team Overview

o    The team has been 100% onboard with stock issued to them which has a par value of $1.00 per share. It has been almost 3 years but 50% of the team is still onboard and ready to go full time.

Summary – V Locators activity is based on a strategy that emphasizes creativity and speed in evaluating and capitalizing on the emotional marketing side of internet search as it relates to people who are lost or missing. The company is using an unconventional and proprietary marketing method that opens opportunities to develop more profitable and productive results.

THEY SAY

They say if you want a healthier life and add a few years to your longevity, you have to do something so simple, so direct and so effortless, what are you waiting for? What is it? Helping others, giving to others and sometimes it can just be a simple act of kindness.

HOW WE GOT STARTED & WHY  – http://www.videolocators.com/TheStory.aspx