The boy never met his father face-to-face. In fact, the first time they ever spoke, the boy was a grown man of twenty, preparing for his departure to Vietnam. The phone call was strained, but meaningful; the father told the boy he was proud of him. He insisted the boy contact him when his service in Vietnam ended. Two years later, the boy returned home, fortunate to have his body and mind intact. Soon after, the boy and his father spoke over the phone. Again, the conversation was strained and challenging, though what really mattered was they were connecting. After a long, but pleasant conversation, they both said their goodbyes and hung up. The boy didn’t know it then, but that was to be the last direct contact he would ever have with his dad.


The boy’s story begins, as all too many stories of separation and loss begin, with divorce. The boy was still a baby when his mother determined she wanted nothing to do with the man whom she’d created three children with. Rolling out of Louisiana on a fast train, they didn’t stop until they’d gone as far west as they could possibly go: California.

The boy’s very first memories are of living in a foster home. He thinks he was about three. The tree, the yard, the house… foggy, distant memories, but nonetheless real. At six, the boy remembers the day when a large, ‘woody’ station wagon pulled up in front of the foster home. In the car was his mother, coming to retrieve him. He can still picture how the station wagon looked, but he can’t summon up the picture his mother. This odd moment of selective memory haunts the boy to this day.

By the time he was eight, he was skipping school on a regular basis. He was being encouraged to do this by his mother, who wanted him to help her deliver eggs to various homes around town. It wasn’t a serious or steady gig. It never was; his mother slipped into new roles almost as often as she changed clothes—even if this meant moving the kids from place to place every other month or so. But all that moving took a toll; school records show that during the calendar year that bridged the 4th and 5th grades, the boy attended six different institutions. As a child, of course, he didn’t know how unusual his life of constant motion was. Neither did he know the reason behind all the moves: namely, his mother writing bad checks, or fleeing altogether when her rent and utility bills came due.

Eventually, his mother’s ways of avoiding reality caught up with her. One day, the boy’s older sister abruptly told him, “Mom’s got to go away for a while.” And so, it was off to a second foster home, where things briefly took a bright turn. His new foster-mother, Alice, was a warm and kindly, gray-haired woman in her late fifties. Among her many pleasant attributes, Alice was organized and disciplined. “Homework, first! Change of clothes, second. Then, out to play…” was the unofficial motto in Alice’s home. It’s no surprise, then, that under her caring tutelage, the boy’s grades shot up from Ds and Fs to As and Bs. The boy even got his very first bicycle while living with Alice; an unexpected gift presented on the advent of his eleventh birthday.

That summer, the boy’s older sister arranged for him to go to a church summer camp for six, whole, spectacular weeks! It was the first time in his life he’d ever experienced the sort of all-in, 24-7, 360-degree, total-immersion feeling that a quality summer camp can provide, and the boy loved every minute of it! Sadly, these memories came to be tainted by what was about to happen next. For reasons beyond his control, the boy did not return home to the devoted and loving support of Alice, but to yet another foster family, where eight other biological and foster children battled the boy, daily, for a share of parental attention. It was a battle the boy was unprepared for, however, as he was not a fighter in that sense.

And yet, without Alice’s warm focus; without the individualized love of a mother or father; without the simple thought that anyone even cared, the boy adjusted. Why dwell on what he didn’t have, he thought. Why dwell on this lack of love and guidance that all other children in normal families took for granted? Why dwell on the dark, subliminal thoughts that nightly told him he was unworthy of having a family? Better to adjust. Better to adjust and sit on the sidelines of life and take it on the chin when the other boys taunted him with ugly questions about why his parents had ‘dumped’ him. (Of course, this teasing only fueled the doubts he had in his own mind: Why did his parents dump him? Why didn’t they want him? Did they not love him? If not, why not? These were questions he neither could nor wanted to answer.)

By the time the boy entered high school, he had learned to suppress these damaging and hurtful thoughts. After all, he reasoned, he still had himself to rely on and make his life as good as it could be. Virtually all his energy was now thrown into his schoolwork, and he earned excellent grades. And when he wasn’t in school or studying, he was working hard in his part-time job at Holtzman Family Shoes. The owner of the shoe store, Stanley Holtzman, was a good and generous man who appreciated the boy’s strong work ethic. Indeed, the entire Holtzman family looked after him, as if aware that his needs went beyond the boundaries of mere employment.

Meanwhile, there was more to the boy’s high school experience than what he was achieving in the classroom; he developed many true and lasting friendships with his classmates. In fact, these friendships were so meaningful to him that when—midway through his senior year—he was awarded the opportunity to graduate early (due to his accelerated academics), he chose to stay on and graduate with his friends.

Once in college, the boy’s social life blossomed and thrived when girls and beer were added to the friendship mix. However, too much of a good thing usually comes with a price to pay, and the boy’s indulgences were no exception; his grades took a distinct nose-dive. Under ordinary circumstances, a GPA dipping below 2.1 would hardly be cause for panic, but this was 1965, and the war in Vietnam was in full fury. And, since Uncle Sam’s favorable treatment of collegiate males evaporated when grades entered the sub-2.1 territory, the boy was only too aware that his ‘number’ would soon be up.

It was at this moment he felt the void of his father most of all. Facing a serious, life-altering decision, there was no one in his life to offer thoughtful advice or sage wisdom. His sisters were seemingly preoccupied with their own lives. And his father… his father was nothing more than a shadowy, psychological projection. The boy soon decided he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands: he volunteered to join the Screaming Eagles, a regiment more commonly known as the 101st Airborne Division of the United States Army. This purely tactical decision felt right on a couple of fronts: it eliminated the random uncertainty of the draft and it payed an extra $25 per month, which was most important because it meant the boy could continue to make payments on his beloved, 1958 Ford Thunderbird!

Eight weeks of Basic Training was immediately followed by four weeks of Advanced Individual Training and six weeks of Jump School. When the boy’s training was completed, he was offered the customary chance to say his familial good-byes before shipping off. For him, that meant visiting his two sisters in California. It was during this brief stay in his older sister’s apartment that he got the shock of his life: his younger sister casually happened upon some old paperwork that referenced their father’s Social Security number. In no time, she managed not only to locate their father, but arranged a phone call with him as well. The prospect of finally connecting with the dad the boy had never known left him nervous and numb. When he got his chance to speak, however, he was able to calmly tell his dad everything he could about the 101st Airborne Combat Unit, not to mention all that was on the horizon for him overseas. It wasn’t a particularly long conversation, but what stood out like a bright, shining star was when the boy’s father told him that he was proud of him. This was the first time anyone had uttered such words to him, and the boy would never forget it. Before saying good-bye, his father asked him to call again when he returned safely home.

The boy was one of the lucky few who did return safely home. Further, he managed to compartmentalize and cordon off much of the war’s emotional baggage. As for his emotional baggage, that was forever embedded in him from his youth, so even if the conflict in Vietnam left him relatively unscathed, the conflicts of his upbringing still churned.

After a brief respite, the boy reached out to his father just as they had agreed. His second-ever conversation with his dad left him feeling unguardedly optimistic and happy. The prospect of a new beginning for them seemed more than just possible, it seemed real—just as their father and son connection seemed real. But a few, short months later—when the boy called his father’s number—only to learn it was no longer in service—he began to suspect the new beginning was more likely a blunt endpoint. A ladder to nowhere. A dead end. Apparently, his father was not ready to deal with a genuine relationship with his son. Not then. Not ever.

With no one to share his disappointment with, the boy soldiered on. With help from the G.I. Bill, he was able to return to college. And now, with the clear-eyed discipline of a veteran soldier, he made the most of his academic opportunities. Cruising through his first semester with an impressive grade point average of 3.85, he was fully back in the mindset of self-reliance. He was the only person responsible for his life; no one else.

Despite such independent thinking, when his older sister phoned to inform him their mother was dying, he dropped everything to go see her for the last time. Upon entering the hospital room, however, the boy was greeted not by his mother, but by her haunted, empty shell. She neither knew who he was nor that he was there by her side. She died soon after. By this stage of his life, the boy had come to expect nothing but confusion and uncertainty from his mother. But she was his mother, and he would miss her all the same.

After graduation, it was onto the school of hard knocks. At this point, he was a mature, young man—capable of more than he thought he might be. At least, in the realm of his professional life. An ill-considered marriage came and went, though it happily presented him with the precious gift of a sweet, baby girl. And it wasn’t long before his personal life caught up with his work life. Shortly after the demise of his first marriage, he met the woman to whom he would remain married “for as long as they both shall live…” (To date, that has been many, many wonderful years!)

Life with his darling bride was joyful and fruitful. In what felt like no time, they had two, healthy, rambunctious sons to chase after. Despite never having had a father, or even a father-figure in his life, the boy seemed prepared for his role. Somehow, as a dad, he instinctively knew what to do. Though he was never perfect, he was certainly always loving and supportive. As his three children slowly grew into young adults, the boy marveled at how wonderful, engaging, and capable they were. He also marveled at the solid relationship he had with each. Though he knew his wife deserved all the credit for this, the truth remained that—despite long odds—he’d managed to become more than a competent parent.

On the career front, he appeared more than competent, as well. His inquisitive nature, along with an unusually strong aptitude for computers, spelled a bright future. Various jobs in basic sales and marketing management roles soon translated into a position as the Senior Manager of Internet Marketing at a prestigious company. During this time, he created an entirely new method of Internet marketing that delivered highly-targeted, demographic results. ‘The Method,’ as he came to call it, refashioned the typical approach to internet searches by using analytics to diagnose emotions and behavior. Technicalities aside, The Method worked very well for his clients, who were only too thrilled with the results.

One day, on the heels of his success, the boy began pondering his past. Sitting alone in his office, he couldn’t help but lament how he and his father had never been involved in each other’s lives. Suddenly, he was hit hard by a wave of “whys?” and “what ifs?” and “why nots?”. After the questions subsided, he was struck by an incredibly powerful idea: What if The Method could be used to search for his father? And perhaps just as significantly, what if The Method could be used to help others find the loved ones missing from their lives?

Almost immediately, he put his idea to the test. He was quickly able to identify a man—listed as the owner of a company more than eight hundred miles away—whose name matched that of his father, precisely. He picked up the phone and called the company. When a receptionist answered, the boy gave her a detailed explanation for his call. She informed him that the man he was describing was, indeed, the father of the current owner, Ernie Jr. However, she went on to share the sad news that Ernie Sr. had passed away just a few years prior. At this very moment, Ernie Jr. entered the office and, immediately, the receptionist handed him the phone. Ernie leaned in and said, “Hi, this is Ernie. How can I help you?” The boy’s reply was simple and to the point: “Ernie, I think we might be related.” He then gave Ernie Jr. his full name and added that his father was often referred to as either Doc or Mac. Ernie Jr. shot back, “That’s him! That’s my dad as well!”

As it turned out, the boy had four half-brothers, not just one! That summer, he traveled to New Orleans and met them all in person. The time he spent together with the ‘other half’ of his life was amazing; they sat around sharing and inquiring and probing until they were all too tired to do anything but laugh. In the end, there were more questions raised than answers given, but that did nothing to quell the excitement that was stirred up by this wild and unusual family reunion.

But now, the boy was truly inspired. Knowing it was The Method’s unique approach to analytics that had helped him reunite with his family, he worked tirelessly to enhance and formalize its features. The result was V Locators, a one-of-a-kind enterprise predicated on the altruistic goal of helping other people find their missing and wanted loved-ones.

Early after its official launch, V Locators helped Eleanor Ritter of Chattanooga search for her son, Terrence, who had been missing for almost six years. In less than three months,
V Locators’ cutting-edge diagnostics found Terrence working in a factory in St. Louis. Not long after that, mother and son were reunited. Since that happy day, the two have become a family again—celebrating holidays and special occasions together, just as any other family would.

While finding Terrence may have been V Locators’ first success, it was hardly the last. To date, the company has helped a number of distressed parents, children, grandparents, and spouses locate the individual(s) missing from their lives. Each day results in more inquiries, more web-traffic, and higher success-rates than the day before. In fact, evidence provided by impartial, ongoing, daily analytics* shows that V Locators is poised to own 30% of the market share in year one, and an 80% share by year three. Simply put, the company is making its break toward become a national success.

As for the boy, though he might have aged somewhat since our story began, that hasn’t slowed him down a bit. Today, and every day, he can be found in the V Locators offices, working hard to help people solve the most enduring and painful of all mysteries:

Where are the missing loved ones and why?
by: David Allison

You’re Mom’s Looking For You

mom-son-hugWhen a mother is reunited with her son after weeks, months or years of no contact … well, that mother will obviously have a million reasons to smile! She will probably cry tears of joy and find it hard to believe her eyes. It never matters what caused the separation. It never matters how old the child is. All that matters is that your child, your son, is gone. And, as a mother, you feel like you have lost everything. And then, after the days turned into years, your son is back … and you feel like you have a reason to live again. All the sleepless nights, all the grief and sadness … are instantly forgotten and forgiven, and you experience an incredible feeling of joy and elation. You want to touch him, hug him, and hold him close – and you never want to let him go again. Today, this is how Mrs. Suiter feels … because today she found her son Tommy. The Results: From: B Suiter [] Sent: Tuesday, Oct 26, 2015, 6:32 PM – Mr. Burns, This is B Suiter and the most amazing thing has happened, I heard from our son! Today out of the blue he called; he is in a hospital but is ok so we are overwhelmed with emotion and joy. I just wanted to let you know so that you could update your website or remove him whichever you do. Thank you so much for the service you provide at Video Locators to families in need, the Lord will surely bless you for your concerns and care. I am remaining a friend on FB as I see your post and repost some when I can. Thanks again! B Suiter From: B Suiter [] Sent: Monday, Nov 1, 2013 6:04 PM To: Mr. Burns Subject: Re: Tommy Suiter HOW – He heard about your website and someone told him he saw his picture somewhere, so he called the old place where he had stayed at before and they told him yes we had posted it and here is our number! It is so amazing; he calls now every day and his life in good condition again. Thanks so much Mr. Burns!



More Than Halfway

Current goals for funding is $50,000 and just got the word and it’s been confirmed that we’re receiving $30,000, so we more than halfway there for this milestone.   Join our rally and be part of something that has growth and merit

The lives we save, the lives we share are ours alone and 100% our responsibility

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.

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. 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.

Stories while out and around

Last week I went to my local bank to make a deposit. When I entered the bank’s lobby, it was quiet and there was only one teller, who greeted me in a very professional manner and with a smile. Then she asked: “Aren’t you the guy who helps people find people?” I smiled and said “Yes, I am!” The teller lowered her head ever so slightly as if she was pondering what to say. Then she looked up quickly and asked: “Do you think you could help me?” “Perhaps. What can you tell me?” I replied.
Apparently, this woman gave birth to a baby girl some twenty eight years ago but gave up the baby for adoption. The teller further explained that, at the time, giving up her baby seemed to be the right thing to do for several reasons. Now, the woman feels as if something is missing or she needs to fill a persistent emptiness. Now she just wants to know if the little girl (who is now a woman) has any desire or need to meet or know her birth mother.
This story exemplifies exactly why we do what we do. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of similar stories, like the New York girl who in 1969 gave up her twin boys and wants to know……..
In order to help market our ability to help people find missing loved ones, we could use your support. Please visit the link below and consider lending your support by making a donation. Remember, there is a son or daughter looking for a parent or perhaps you or a member of your family have questions we can help answer. We’re here. We can help. But we need your support and assistance to help us help people locate their missing loved ones.


Is the reward in the giving or getting?

Last week I went to my local bank to make a deposit.  When I entered the bank’s lobby,  it was quiet and there was only one teller, who greeted me in a very professional manner and with a smile.   Then she asked:  “Aren’t you the guy who helps people find people?”  I smiled and said “Yes, I am!”  The teller lowered her head ever so slightly as if she was pondering what to say.  Then she looked up quickly and asked:  “Do you think you could help me?”  “Perhaps.  What can you tell me?”  I replied.

Apparently, this woman gave birth to a baby girl some twenty eight years ago but gave up the baby for adoption.  The teller further explained that, at the time, giving up her baby seemed to be the right thing to do for several reasons.  Now, the woman feels as if something is missing or she needs to fill a persistent emptiness. Now she just wants to know if the little girl (who is now a woman) has any desire or need to meet or know her birth mother.

This story exemplifies exactly why we do what we do.   There are hundreds, if not thousands, of similar stories, like the New York girl who in 1969 gave up her twin boys and wants to know……..

In order to help market our ability to help people find missing loved ones, we could use your support.   Please visit the link below and consider lending your support by making a donation.  Remember, there is a son or daughter looking for a parent or perhaps you or a member of your family have questions we can help answer.  We’re here.  We can help.  But we need your support and assistance to help us help people locate their missing loved ones.



Young and Lost

Monica went missing on the evening of October 1, 2003, she was 16 years old at the time, and police fear she may be in danger. She was last seen at her aunt and uncle’s home near Balmorhea, Texas and it is believed that she left the residence between 11:00 pm and 7:30am the following morning. Monica’s family is unsure on the reasoning behind her leaving, though she may have to meet someone, possibly whom she met through the internet. She was on anti-depressant medication and suffers from low blood sugar and may need medical attention. Monica lost over fifty pounds following the death of her father in 2000 and was hospitalized for anorexia nervosa. Monica was a junior at Alpine High school at the time of her disappearance but was known to be a very religious person. There is a lost girl out there, while her case is still unsolved.