On my page I have an FBI file of my cousin Mary Ann Switalski. She was just sixteen years old when she went missing.
It was July 15, 1963 that Mary Ann had left a carnival @ Saint Priscilla's Parrish in Chicago. Any one who has any information please check out the link on my page or type her name in the search bar than contact any of the sites and give any information you may have about Mary Ann's disappearance.
I want to find Mary Ann and close this mysterious chapter in all of our lives. She has family who love her and miss her very much. Thanks. Mary

http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/vicap/missing-persons/mary-ann-ruth-switalski-1

http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/vicap/missing-persons/mary-ann-ruth-switalski-1

Fighting Against All Odds (I was there holding your hands)

 Before you were conceived,

all the odds were against you,

'caus thats how I made you,

 but from the beginning,

 I was there holding you hands.

Once you were born,

ou looked towards the heavens

and saw me there, holdoing

your hands.

Yes, all the odds were against

you as I was there holding your hands

you started your life fighting against all the odds.

As you grew over time you had ben old

that nothing could become much of you,

no success deep with in you and

you couldn't succeed at all,

once again faced with all the odds

against you, I was there holding

you hands.

Then darkness came to you leaving

you to walk away, turning your

back to me, never coming back to me

because no matter what odds

you faced, it seemed so

incomplete 'cause all the

odds against you kept

coming back to

you, leaving you with little fight against

all the odds, even through all this

I still stood by you holding

your hands keeping watch over you any way.

Yes, you were born

 to fight against all odds as I made you too.

Darkness passes as light returns,

 bringing you back to me once again realizing

fighting against all odds were meant

for you, looking towards the heavens

just like the day you were born seeing

me up in heaven all these years,

you succeeded fighting against all the odds.

Written By: Mary Riesbeck

This is dedicated to Vicki for helping me revise this poem I wrote several years ago. Thanks Vicki!