Happy Birthday to me. I’m 49 today.
The mess all began in April of 1964 in Chicago, just a few months before I was born. Young parents of newborn Paul Fronczak were horrified when a woman dressed as a nurse stole their son from the hospital. Police were unable to find the kidnapped child, but around a year later, an abandoned toddler was located in New Jersey. He had big ears like the missing Fronczak baby. The bereft mother of the missing infant claimed him as her own, and he was raised with the Fronczaks, who by all accounts were loving parents.
Fast forward nearly 50 years, when a nagging feeling led Paul Fronczak to get DNA testing. Turns out, he’s not related to the parents that raised him.
Now he doesn’t know who he is.
Lots of us have histories we might want to re-write. But at least we know them.
Maybe the online community can help Paul Fronczak (or whatever his real name is) solve the mystery.
You can like the Facbeook page Who is Paul Fronczak and share the updates, or contact ABC news ifyou have a tip.
Wouldn’t it be great if the new media attention could put two families back together? Or at the very least, put a period where a question mark has lingered far too long.
Best wishes to the many efforts of Paul Fronczak. I can’t wait to see the resolution.
Have a great week.