🇺🇸Patriots, please don’t keep scrolling. Help us find Hannah. Help her family breathe again.
You might be the reason she makes it home.
17-year-old Hannah Osborn is MISSING.
" She was supposed to come home. Her dinner got cold. Her bed is still made. Her name was called a thousand times... but Hannah never walked back through that door.
She left a home in Bradford, Arkansas on the evening of August 9th at 7:40 PM... and vanished.
No calls. No texts. No trace.
Just silence. The kind that makes your chest cave in.
Last Seen: Bradford, AR
Name: Hannah Osborn
Age: 17
# 5'10", 120 Ibs, blue eyes, sandy-blonde hair
Last seen wearing a white T-shirt, blue jeans, orange-and-black backpack
She is not just a missing person. She is a daughter. A friend. A heartbeat that someone's entire world revolves around.
Her family hasn't slept.
Her mother checks the door every five minutes.
Her name is still saved under "My Baby" in her dad's phone.
You have no idea how fast a normal day can turn into a nightmare. You have no idea how loud the quiet gets when someone you love disappears.
Hannah has been officially reported missing by the Jackson County Sheriff's Office.
This is not a runaway. This is not drama. This is real. And this is urgent.
If you know anything at all, call:
870-523-5842.
Share. Post. Pray.
Let's flood the internet with her name until she's back where she belongs.”
TYIA for sharing. 🙏
"I have pulled dead, mangled bodies from cars.
I have lied to people as they were dying.
I said you are going to be fine as I held their hand and watched the life fade out.
I have held dying babies. Bought lunch for people who were mentally ill and haven't eaten in a while.
I have had people try to stab me. Fought with men trying to shoot me.
I've been attacked by women while I was arresting their husband who had just severely beat them.
I have held towels on bullet wounds.
Done CPR when I knew it wouldn't help just to make family members feel better.
I have torn down doors, fought in drug houses. Chased fugitives through the woods.
I have been in high-speed car chases.
Foot chases across an interstate during rush hour traffic.
I have been in crashes. Been squeezing the trigger about to kill a man when they came to their senses and stopped. Waded through large angry crowds by myself.
Drove like a madman to help a fellow officer. Let little kids who don't have much sit in my patrol car and pretend they are a cop for their birthday.
I have taken a lot of people to jail. Given many breaks. Prayed for people I don't even know. Yes, and at times I have been "violent" when I had to be. I have been kind when I could.
I admit I have driven to some dark place and cried by myself when I was overwhelmed.
I have missed Christmas and other holidays more than I wanted to.
Every cop I know has done all these things and more for lousy pay, exhausting hours, and a short life expectancy.
We don't want your pity, I don't even ask for your respect. Just let us do our jobs without killing us"
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Thank You Police Officers of America‼️ 👮🏻👮🏽♀️👮🏻♂️🚔
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” –President Theodore Roosevelt