Tim Miller Talks to Websleuths--

[mydailyopinions]

Last night, while I was telling Tim about some of the posts on this thread, (especially yours, LeLe) the FBI agent in charge of the search for Haleigh Cummings called on his other phone and asked Tim if TES could conduct a search for the 5 year old missing girl.

I promptly launched into a firm, worried lecture about his health and the danger of stress and overworking. He listened quietly and attentively in agreement.

This morning, Captain Idon'trememberwho from the Putnam County Sherrif's Department called him and made the same request. When Tim called me, I launched an even stronger, more alarmed lecture about his health and the danger of overworking. He listened quietly and attentively in agreement.

Then he called me from the airport an hour later, on his way to Florida. LOL I did the only thing I could do, I begged him not to get too stressed out and to take it easy. He was cheerfully heaping on reassurances, when another call from the Sheriff's office beeped on his phone, and he put me on hold to take it.

When he returned to our call, I said, "Is there any news?"

"Yes," he replied, "'Apparently some bounty hunter has just shown up at the Putnam County Sherriff's office uninvited--"

I will leave my reply to your imaginations. :bang:

Friday,
I have been following this case as well, and so far the family is all cooperating. I hope that will take much stress off of Tim, to be welcomed instead of what happened with Caylee.
God Bless him, I have never doubted his passion for the missing. He reminds me of my father, in that, although we worry about their health, if we make them back off, they may never be able to pick back up.
Many blessings tonight for Tim and Haleigh!

 

[Khaki_Pants]

I thank Tim for all he does, and all who contribute to this cause. May God smile upon your heartfelt efforts.

I have a question if it is not innapropriate to ask here. I heard that equasearch may be in my area in the spring, after the thaw, to resume a search for a missing woman. I have no idea how to get involved in something like that, but would like to.

Thanks.
~Khaki

 

[Friday]

Friday,
I have been following this case as well, and so far the family is all cooperating. I hope that will take much stress off of Tim, to be welcomed instead of what happened with Caylee.
God Bless him, I have never doubted his passion for the missing. He reminds me of my father, in that, although we worry about their health, if we make them back off, they may never be able to pick back up.
Many blessings tonight for Tim and Haleigh!

Such a sweet message, and so true, too.

I forget sometimes that Tim has been "soldiering" his way through life from the time he was six months old (when his mother put him in a dresser drawer, tucked his brother in bed, lit the house on fire, and left them.) Then came the series of foster homes and unspeakable abuses--and then, finally, foster parents who loved him and taught him about right and wrong and ethics. Oh, wow. I have really digressed.

Anyway thanks to all of you for being the people you are.

 

[sleutherontheside]

I just broke down in tears after reading that Tim is back in Florida. Tears. This man is nothing short of a SAINT. He'll deny it graciously but he is a SAINT....plain and simple.

 

[Paintr]

Last night, while I was telling Tim about some of the posts on this thread, (especially yours, LeLe) the FBI agent in charge of the search for Haleigh Cummings called on his other phone and asked Tim if TES could conduct a search for the 5 year old missing girl.

I promptly launched into a firm, worried lecture about his health and the danger of stress and overworking. He listened quietly and attentively in agreement.

This morning, Captain Idon'trememberwho from the Putnam County Sherrif's Department called him and made the same request. When Tim called me, I launched an even stronger, more alarmed lecture about his health and the danger of overworking. He listened quietly and attentively in agreement.

Then he called me from the airport an hour later, on his way to Florida. LOL I did the only thing I could do, I begged him not to get too stressed out and to take it easy. He was cheerfully heaping on reassurances, when another call from the Sheriff's office beeped on his phone, and he put me on hold to take it.

When he returned to our call, I said, "Is there any news?"

"Yes," he replied, "'Apparently some bounty hunter has just shown up at the Putnam County Sherriff's office uninvited--"

I will leave my reply to your imaginations. :bang:

Thank you for the news Friday. I hope Tim M safeguards his health.

I am so glad this family is getting some assistance. I am glad that both Tim and Leonard are trying to help. It increases this poor child's chances.

I wish both that Tim and Leonard and their associates travel safely and that they are successful.

 

[Recovering-Lurker]

Such a sweet message, and so true, too.

I forget sometimes that Tim has been "soldiering" his way through life from the time he was six months old (when his mother put him in a dresser drawer, tucked his brother in bed, lit the house on fire, and left them.) Then came the series of foster homes and unspeakable abuses--and then, finally, foster parents who loved him and taught him about right and wrong and ethics. Oh, wow. I have really digressed.

Anyway thanks to all of you for being the people you are.

OMG! I had no idea of this part of his past. He really is a wonderful man.

 

[mydailyopinions]

Such a sweet message, and so true, too.

I forget sometimes that Tim has been "soldiering" his way through life from the time he was six months old (when his mother put him in a dresser drawer, tucked his brother in bed, lit the house on fire, and left them.) Then came the series of foster homes and unspeakable abuses--and then, finally, foster parents who loved him and taught him about right and wrong and ethics. Oh, wow. I have really digressed.

Anyway thanks to all of you for being the people you are.

I never thought that I could put him on a higher pedi stool in my life, and in my heart, but as I read this, I found a higher place for him. I didn't realize he had it so bad as a child. My heart breaks, and rejoices that he is one that is not now a statistic. Thank god for his foster parents, and I do believe with all my heart that God gave Tim to this world for a reason..
I am so glad that he has you too! :blowkiss:

 

[sadyjade]

QUOTE=MissJames;3053674]Friday ,I don't even look to see what the story is about.If your name is on it I grab it! Thanks ........
And Dear Tim Miller, you are just amazing.You took tragedy and turned it into a positive.Laura must be so proud.I lost my son to suicide at age 15 and I haven't had the courage to do the same. You are God's work in action.
Happy Birthday[/QUOTE]

I'm very sorry about the loss of your son, MissJames. If you ever see me online here ... and want to talk, I'll always listen. I too have suffered this kind of loss. Plus, I'm ALWAYS up for hearing a Mom talk about the moments between her, and her children. So many memories, stories ... I love to share stories of my Jason lol ... but I digress

Take Care MJ,
Sady

 

[aqua_mom]

I just want to say that Tim is an incredible man and I want to thank you Friday for sharing your insights. He is someone who is in my prayers daily.

 

[ecs5298]

Last night, while I was telling Tim about some of the posts on this thread, (especially yours, LeLe) the FBI agent in charge of the search for Haleigh Cummings called on his other phone and asked Tim if TES could conduct a search for the 5 year old missing girl.

I promptly launched into a firm, worried lecture about his health and the danger of stress and overworking. He listened quietly and attentively in agreement.

This morning, Captain Idon'trememberwho from the Putnam County Sherrif's Department called him and made the same request. When Tim called me, I launched an even stronger, more alarmed lecture about his health and the danger of overworking. He listened quietly and attentively in agreement.

Then he called me from the airport an hour later, on his way to Florida. LOL I did the only thing I could do, I begged him not to get too stressed out and to take it easy. He was cheerfully heaping on reassurances, when another call from the Sheriff's office beeped on his phone, and he put me on hold to take it.

When he returned to our call, I said, "Is there any news?"

"Yes," he replied, "'Apparently some bounty hunter has just shown up at the Putnam County Sherriff's office uninvited--"

I will leave my reply to your imaginations. :bang:

Thanks for the update, Friday. Continue to remind Tim to take care of himself, he'll probably do what he want anyhow, I wouldn't expect anything less. Although I'm sure we'd all be happy never having to search for a missing child again, Tim is in his element, he is there to help, his help is wanted and appreciated by 99.9999989% of the people (ok, maybe it's just easier to say everyone but CA). When it is done, he will have given the best of himself to the effort.

Men like Tim Miller earn a special place in our hearts and in heaven. He is truly an inspiration.

Make sure he takes care of himself and let him know we're all thinking about him and praying for him.

Now, for the last part of what you wrote, all I have to say is :banghead:. If he starts the daisy chain carp again, I'm driving down there personally!

 

[LeLe1953]

Last night, while I was telling Tim about some of the posts on this thread, (especially yours, LeLe) the FBI agent in charge of the search for Haleigh Cummings called on his other phone and asked Tim if TES could conduct a search for the 5 year old missing girl.

I promptly launched into a firm, worried lecture about his health and the danger of stress and overworking. He listened quietly and attentively in agreement.

This morning, Captain Idon'trememberwho from the Putnam County Sherrif's Department called him and made the same request. When Tim called me, I launched an even stronger, more alarmed lecture about his health and the danger of overworking. He listened quietly and attentively in agreement.

Then he called me from the airport an hour later, on his way to Florida. LOL I did the only thing I could do, I begged him not to get too stressed out and to take it easy. He was cheerfully heaping on reassurances, when another call from the Sheriff's office beeped on his phone, and he put me on hold to take it.

When he returned to our call, I said, "Is there any news?"

"Yes," he replied, "'Apparently some bounty hunter has just shown up at the Putnam County Sherriff's office uninvited--"

I will leave my reply to your imaginations. :bang:

To funny! I almost called Tim myself to tell him the bounty hunter & kid finders were also on their way but I didnt b/c I knew he was busy getting ready for the trip. Also figured someone else had told him. I dont think Tim knows me as LeLe, he knows me as Laurie. Mention laurie & chili & he will know! Barb though knows me as both. I told them today at HQ if they need more searchers to let me know & I will try to get a flight from NC to Jax.
I also hope Tim watches his health but we know he is in good hands.
Thanks Friday.

 

[chesterp]

No need Friday. I am over Padilla's sniffing around other missing person's cases to promote himself. Make no mistake, nobody is going to take this attempt at exploitation from this opportunist for another second. I dont know what the conversion is for Ambulance Chasing Bounty Hunter, but enough already. Methinks he is about to disenchant even Nancy G.

I will be participating with TES in the AM in the search for Haleigh. I hope LE has the sense to run the uninvited bounty hunter out of town and not give him the chance to turn this into "HIM."

 

[LeLe1953]

Such a sweet message, and so true, too.

I forget sometimes that Tim has been "soldiering" his way through life from the time he was six months old (when his mother put him in a dresser drawer, tucked his brother in bed, lit the house on fire, and left them.) Then came the series of foster homes and unspeakable abuses--and then, finally, foster parents who loved him and taught him about right and wrong and ethics. Oh, wow. I have really digressed.

Anyway thanks to all of you for being the people you are.

Friday, thank you, I did not know that story about Tim. When we were doing the search for Mouy, we talked about assisted living, group homes. I shared with all of them we had been foster parents to 12 children over the years. Our son who is 31 helped on that search, Burt was one of our foster children placed in our home at 7 days of age that we later adopted. I told the story a few threads back about how Tim made his day with the nice note on the shirt & picture. What Tim doesnt know is my mother walked out on me & my sis when I was 6 mo old. I know that is part of the reason I am such a strong advocate for children in my state. I guess in my case I was determined to not ever have another child feel unloved, they ALL count. While I don't know the pain of loosing a child, I do know the feeling of being a child & wondering why your mommy & daddy dont love you like other mom & dads love their children. I was blessed to have wonderful grand parents. God Bless Tim & all of them are in our prayers that Hayleigh will be found safe. It really is true it takes a village to raise a child. We are all part of that village & we must all protect those who can not protect themselves.
Please keep us updated. I am hoping to go to TX the end of the month for the training TES is doing.

 

[LeLe1953]

I will be participating with TES in the AM in the search for Haleigh. I hope LE has the sense to run the uninvited bounty hunter out of town and not give him the chance to turn this into "HIM."

God Bless you & all the other's who will be searching. Know you are in our prayers as is Haleigh.

As far as the bounty hunter, I am trying very hard to take a lesson from Tim & be kind.

 

[cocoamom]

God bless you all, Tim, and the searchers going tomorrow for Haleigh. I am just fretting something fierce over her missing/amber alert....oh please, not another one!! Find her safe - PLEASE!

 

[Sundance]

The Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines the word Hero, in part, as:

he-ro [heer-oh] –noun, plural – roes
1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal

And technically speaking, this is correct. But sometimes words just aren't enough. Because sometimes words can't demonstrate the emotions that can live behind a word.

Sometimes I see what the words can't describe, and the mind instantly recognizes - I see the feeling I have that is, to me, the very essence of what it means to be an American.

I see A Hero.

I see the feeling I got when I watched the coverage of the crash of Air Florida 90 into the ice-filled Potomac River; watched a helicopter pull a woman through the air seemingly to the safety of the shore; watched in horror as her strength gave out and she fell back into the water and floundered amid the chunks of ice mere yards from the bank; watched horrified this woman whose certain death was only minutes away; watched as Lenny Sputnik dove into the icy waters to save her without a thought for his own safety.

I see the feeling I got during the aftermath of the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah building in Oklahoma City - a weary fireman leaving the bombing site after 16 hours, exhausted, cold, wet, and silent, so silent.

A faceless voice calls out as he approaches the barricade, and you can see the question as it drifts into his thoughts and settles over his weary features:

"What do you guys need in there?"

The fireman slows only slightly, and his voice is raspy and tired as he responds -

"Raingear, blankets, dry socks..."

Within 30 minutes a line of headlights as far as you could see stacked up in the cold drizzle. The cars slowly passed by, the occupants tossing out blankets, socks, clothes, towels, flashlights... and over and over I heard them say in humble voices "God Bless You".

A local merchant emptied his shelves of raincoats, slickers, parkas, boots, and when the shelves were empty, chartered a special delivery truckload of more to be brought in. To give away.

I see the feeling I got when I watched an OKC fireman emerge from the rubble of the Murrah Federal building with a tattered and torn US flag and hoist it by crane to fly high over the bomb site.

I see the feeling I got when men mounted on horseback rode down the ridge at Klamath Basin flying US flags to the sound of bugles, and I see the feeling I got when the crowd started singing God Bless America as they approached.

I see the feeling I got watching yet another fireman climb to the top of the rubble that used to be the Twin Towers and plant the flag there in defiance.

When I look at pictures of Tim Miller, with his worn and weathered face and exhausted eyes that have seen way too much, I see this same feeling.

I see A Hero.

And so, for our purposes here, today, and yesterday and even tomorrow, I would like to add the following annotation to that definition.


he-ro [heer-oh] –noun, plural – roes
1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal

God bless you and keep you Tim Miller, and all of the brave and tireless volunteers with TES.

God Bless.

Sundance
2009 0211

 

[Paintr]

The Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines the word Hero, in part, as:

he-ro [heer-oh] –noun, plural – roes
1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal

And technically speaking, this is correct. But sometimes words just aren't enough. Because sometimes words can't demonstrate the emotions that can live behind a word.

Sometimes I see what the words can't describe, and the mind instantly recognizes - I see the feeling I have that is, to me, the very essence of what it means to be an American.

I see A Hero.

I see the feeling I got when I watched the coverage of the crash of Air Florida 90 into the ice-filled Potomac River; watched a helicopter pull a woman through the air seemingly to the safety of the shore; watched in horror as her strength gave out and she fell back into the water and floundered amid the chunks of ice mere yards from the bank; watched horrified this woman whose certain death was only minutes away; watched as Lenny Sputnik dove into the icy waters to save her without a thought for his own safety.

I see the feeling I got during the aftermath of the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah building in Oklahoma City - a weary fireman leaving the bombing site after 16 hours, exhausted, cold, wet, and silent, so silent.

A faceless voice calls out as he approaches the barricade, and you can see the question as it drifts into his thoughts and settles over his weary features:

"What do you guys need in there?"

The fireman slows only slightly, and his voice is raspy and tired as he responds -

"Raingear, blankets, dry socks..."

Within 30 minutes a line of headlights as far as you could see stacked up in the cold drizzle. The cars slowly passed by, the occupants tossing out blankets, socks, clothes, towels, flashlights... and over and over I heard them say in humble voices "God Bless You".

A local merchant emptied his shelves of raincoats, slickers, parkas, boots, and when the shelves were empty, chartered a special delivery truckload of more to be brought in. To give away.

I see the feeling I got when I watched an OKC fireman emerge from the rubble of the Murrah Federal building with a tattered and torn US flag and hoist it by crane to fly high over the bomb site.

I see the feeling I got when men mounted on horseback rode down the ridge at Klamath Basin flying US flags to the sound of bugles, and I see the feeling I got when the crowd started singing God Bless America as they approached.

I see the feeling I got watching yet another fireman climb to the top of the rubble that used to be the Twin Towers and plant the flag there in defiance.

When I look at pictures of Tim Miller, with his worn and weathered face and exhausted eyes that have seen way too much, I see this same feeling.

I see A Hero.

And so, for our purposes here, today, and yesterday and even tomorrow, I would like to add the following annotation to that definition.


he-ro [heer-oh] –noun, plural – roes
1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal

God bless you and keep you Tim Miller, and all of the brave and tireless volunteers with TES.

God Bless.

Sundance
2009 0211

Sundance: That was beautiful. Someone should print that, frame it and give it to Mr Miller. You have a way with words. You should write speaches for a living. :dance:

 

[TakeNote]

sending prayers and hugs to Tim and Tes
I hope they find her soon and safe!

Thank you so much for all you do Friday!!!!

 

[mydailyopinions]

The Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines the word Hero, in part, as:

he-ro [heer-oh] –noun, plural – roes
1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal

And technically speaking, this is correct. But sometimes words just aren't enough. Because sometimes words can't demonstrate the emotions that can live behind a word.

Sometimes I see what the words can't describe, and the mind instantly recognizes - I see the feeling I have that is, to me, the very essence of what it means to be an American.

I see A Hero.

I see the feeling I got when I watched the coverage of the crash of Air Florida 90 into the ice-filled Potomac River; watched a helicopter pull a woman through the air seemingly to the safety of the shore; watched in horror as her strength gave out and she fell back into the water and floundered amid the chunks of ice mere yards from the bank; watched horrified this woman whose certain death was only minutes away; watched as Lenny Sputnik dove into the icy waters to save her without a thought for his own safety.

I see the feeling I got during the aftermath of the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah building in Oklahoma City - a weary fireman leaving the bombing site after 16 hours, exhausted, cold, wet, and silent, so silent.

A faceless voice calls out as he approaches the barricade, and you can see the question as it drifts into his thoughts and settles over his weary features:

"What do you guys need in there?"

The fireman slows only slightly, and his voice is raspy and tired as he responds -

"Raingear, blankets, dry socks..."

Within 30 minutes a line of headlights as far as you could see stacked up in the cold drizzle. The cars slowly passed by, the occupants tossing out blankets, socks, clothes, towels, flashlights... and over and over I heard them say in humble voices "God Bless You".

A local merchant emptied his shelves of raincoats, slickers, parkas, boots, and when the shelves were empty, chartered a special delivery truckload of more to be brought in. To give away.

I see the feeling I got when I watched an OKC fireman emerge from the rubble of the Murrah Federal building with a tattered and torn US flag and hoist it by crane to fly high over the bomb site.

I see the feeling I got when men mounted on horseback rode down the ridge at Klamath Basin flying US flags to the sound of bugles, and I see the feeling I got when the crowd started singing God Bless America as they approached.

I see the feeling I got watching yet another fireman climb to the top of the rubble that used to be the Twin Towers and plant the flag there in defiance.

When I look at pictures of Tim Miller, with his worn and weathered face and exhausted eyes that have seen way too much, I see this same feeling.

I see A Hero.

And so, for our purposes here, today, and yesterday and even tomorrow, I would like to add the following annotation to that definition.


he-ro [heer-oh] –noun, plural – roes
1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal

God bless you and keep you Tim Miller, and all of the brave and tireless volunteers with TES.

God Bless.

Sundance
2009 0211

Amen!
I have tried for months and months to describe Tim..I could have never done it that well, but I feel the exact same way!

 

[Lexington]

snipped

When he returned to our call, I said, "Is there any news?"

"Yes," he replied, "'Apparently some bounty hunter has just shown up at the Putnam County Sherriff's office uninvited--"

I will leave my reply to your imaginations. :bang:

Disgusting. I hope the PCSO sent them packing.