My Blonde Haired Goth Boy

I’m about to do something totally 100% uncharacteristic of me and my blog. I’m going to tell you a story about a young man… and then, I’m going to reveal who he is. I’m doing this with one goal in mind… I’m looking to find him, and I hope that the internet will help cause our paths to cross again.

When I was in foster care, before I went into the group home, I was living at a very large foster home. I was one of seven kids in a home licensed for up to eight. I was attending a local high school. I was in JROTC as I have revealed in previous blog entries…

One day, a friend of mine from JROTC who rode the bus with me every day introduced me to a new friend of hers. He was a sweetheart of a young man with long blonde hair, and his signature black trench coat. He immediatley made me laugh, and it was soon realized that he was currently staying in the same shelter I had left a few months ago while they looked for him a foster home. We hit it off on a friendship level, and within the next week, I was telling him about my foster home, and he agreed to give his caseworker the information.

That afternoon, when I was home, his caseworker called asking my foster mother if she could take him. Unfortunately, she ended up having to say no due to not having room for yet another teenager. If he had been younger, it would have been different.

After I moved to the group home, we all kept in touch. When I ran away from the group home one day and went to my old school for the day (I’ll explain in another post how I got away with this more than once), he and my friend cut classes to spend the day together. I remember sitting in the girls bathroom with my friend and him, as we laughed and talked. We chilled in the underground stairway for over two hours during lunch period. We had a blast.

After I ranaway from the group home for the third time, and was returned to the foster home I had been in, we once again attended the same school. He was now in one of my other foster homes that I had been in, and was the only child that this foster home had. He seemed to be doing well… Then, as I sat in health classes one day, I saw him walk through the parking lot… and I have yet to ever see him again.

For years, he contacted the foster parent we both had in common asking her if she had heard from me. Unfortunatley by the time I would check in with her, his number was no longer valid/he had moved, and vice versa for when he checked in with her the next time he could. The last time he checked in with her was going on three years ago. Unfortunatley, neither of us can check in with this foster parent again.

So here’s where I let down a barrier, and reveal information. Most of us have googled ourselves just to see what we come up. Most of us will include a city or something that will link us to a place… So what I’m going to do is give information… and leave out information. The only thing I’m going to leave out is the high school we attended together. Please feel free to cross post this to your blog if you’d like… It’d be nice to find a person who journied with me to a certain degree, and someone that was a positive influence in my life for a while.

• Richard Clay O’Connor, most often called Clay.
• 5’8″-5’10″
• Long blonde hair (back then)
• Dad owned a tattoo shop
• Had a foster mother who was a cop for a hospital
• Lived in Florida for a while (post foster care)
• Lived in Oklahoma for a while (post foster care)
• Worked at a KFC or Wendys (can’t remember which)

It’s a shot in hell, but I figured I’d at least give it a try…

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