On August 6th, 1975, around 10:15 P.M., 17-year-old Laurel Jean Mitchell left her job at the Cokesbury Inn, a small restaurant in Epworth Forest, located on the shores of Webster Lake, and headed to Adventureland, a once-popular amusement park just down the road.
Laurel, a high school senior, passed by a classmate who waved to her as she walked by the entrance to the Epworth Forest. This would be the last time Laurel would be seen alive.
No one knew Laurel was missing or in any danger. Her parents believed she was with her friends at Adventureland, when in reality her friends decided to go to the county fair that evening, suspecting Laurel had just gone home after work.
The following morning, 15 miles away, a man and his son who were fishing in the Elkhart River in Noble County, discovered the body of a young woman in the water. The body was quickly identified as Laurel.
An autopsy revealed that Laurelβs cause of death had been drowning. She showed no obvious signs of trauma aside from several bruises on her hands and shoulder. Laurel was fully clothed, however it was determined that she had been sexually assaulted.
Laurel was described as boisterous and motherly, often doting on the neighborhood children. She was said to be kind and smart, and due to her involvement in the local church choir group, dance classes, and other community events, she was a well known face in the small town of North Webster.
Despite the case seemingly to grow colder by the day, Laurelβs sister, Sarah, never gave up hope of finding answers. Every year she would appeal to the media to once again cover her sisters story, and always maintained contact with the detective assigned to Laurelβs case.
During one of her chats with the detective, Sarah mentioned that a family friend had told her a small band from Delphi, Indiana, called βCelebrate the Son,β consisting of several boys and girls around the ages of 16-20, had played a show that evening at the Cokesbury Inn, and had left around the same time Laurel was last seen alive.
The family friend also mentioned seeing the same group at the fire station later that evening. He described seeing a woman βhaving a panic attack and hyperventilatingβ outside of a fire station. He said the woman, who was highly distraught, was accompanied by a group of guys, all around the ages of 16-20, who were trying to calm her down.
The detective told Sarah that this tip had never made into any past reports and felt it worth investigating
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Hint: (prolly gonna be the the only hint I give) He doesn't kiss A rock, he kisses THE rock.
Just would like someone to tell me if they can relate or have any good advice. I feel like my life is such a lie and there is no end to the unhappiness.
In terms of my appearance, Iβm neither pretty nor ugly. Iβm smack in the middle. Iβm neither skinny nor fat (maybe by the industryβs standards I am) and Iβm not curvy.
Iβm a good actor, but thereβs nothing about me that makes a strong first impression. How do you make a mark when youβre exceptionally average on a surface level?
I havenβt even started working yet and Iβm already crying and convinced itβll be a catastrophic failure, I canβt handle more βproofβ that Iβll struggle with employment for the rest of my life.
Iβm 27 and just got offered a job at a boba tea shop. I have 400 dollars in my bank account until my student aid comes in January and canβt afford to be picky or back out.
My last attempt at employment was at a restaurant and it was a horrible decision, the weight of the plates made my arms numb for days after my shifts would end and my physical therapist all but asked me to find something gentler on my body. The whole βI canβt tell you to quit but this job is not going to be sustainableβ hint hint talk.
Unfortunately I also have really severe depression and anxiety and Iβm really getting in my head about this boba tea shop job. I cry every night preparing for my first shift on Monday and how my body will punish me for standing hours on end and any other tiny thing I canβt really handle. For example, my physical therapist and I are trying to work on my chronic fatigue by building up my tolerance to exercise or exerting myself a tiny bit, and just the other day I biked for 10 minutes on low resistance and threw up after and had a migraine for the rest of the day. I canβt imagine what itβll be like to work on my feet for hours while rushing to prep orders??
So really I want support that itβll be okay. As well as maybe tips on how you guys protect your bodies and joints while at work:
-How do you guys handle it?
-Did you find your body became acclimated to the new demands?
-Do you use special shoes or braces for longer shifts on your feet?
-What are some tips for getting home after a shift and easing aches and pains?
theres a lot things at play:
- I feel severely under qualified for my job.
2). i feel like i dont know how to speak up or reach out when i have a question.
3). im not good at dealing people. Iβm bad at office politics because im a person that needs time to think things over. In immediate conversations, I get caught off guard pretty easily when i am talking about something im unprepared for.
- I dont know how to navigate assholes or jerks in the workplace
5). Iβve been very lazy and unstructured since May (8 months). I have to do so many things to get my life structured for work cause otherwise, Iβm going to be in a lot of trouble.
Im a 26 y old uni student. I have always been quite weak. On average I spent around 3 weeks being sick as a kid per year. Lately I have developed a condition where I constantly need to pee, and I feel irritation and pain 24 h. I am also tired, nauseous, aching somewhere nonstop. I am not drinking, not taking drugs, not smoking, so I have no idea whats going on. I lost the ability to do student jobs because of my health, and right now am am scared that I wont ever be able to work. I dont have money for private doctors, and state funded ones dont give a crap "its just anxiety" I feel my lifen is falling to pieces and I will either end up handicapped being taken care of, or I will just die on the street. I want to live, but I decided to write here, as it seemed like a good place to take this off my chest.
