• by Sarah Abbott on Monday, August 2, 2010 at 9:51am
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. What's your story? Share it with others through the Facebook Stories application.


      A year studying Spanish and Latin American culture in Mexico should have been one of the best years of Philip Pain's life. But a horrific fall from the seventh floor of a hotel in the seaside city of Mazatlan over the 2010 New Year forever altered the course of his life.

      ...Philip, a 21-year-old student from Britain, was rushed to the local hospital, where doctors put him into an induced coma because his back and leg injuries were so severe. Before doctors could operate to save Philip's life, they faced a problem: His blood type was O negative, a trait he shares with just 7 percent of the world's population, and the hospital didn't have enough.

      Philip's friends appealed frantically for local donors, even testing an entire team of American baseball players, who happened to be staying in the same hotel. But they couldn't find enough blood. Back in the U.K., thousands of miles away, Philip's friends and family were responding in another way: By creating two Facebook groups appealing for donors in Mexico.



      They couldn't have anticipated the global response to their plea, with both groups gaining thousands of members in just 48 hours. While the majority of people could only offer their support, many others from around the world offered to donate blood.

      Word quickly reached those closer to Philip. Even before his parents, Neil and Sally, arrived in Mexico on Jan. 2, people were visiting the hospital to donate. Local radio stations broadcast the story, which then spread to the international media. A number of high-profile people in the U.K., including Sarah Brown, wife of then Prime Minster Gordon Brown, talked about the story and drove even more people to the Facebook groups.

      Within a few days, doctors had enough blood to begin Philip's multiple life saving operations.

      Aside from helping with blood donations, Philip's parents said they were "overwhelmed" by the warmth and support from Facebook members in the wake of the accident. Strangers offered them accommodation, food and every kind of assistance. Others, unable to donate blood, simply arrived at the hospital to offer the family their best.

      Philip's initial operations were successful, and after five weeks in hospital he was able to return to the U.K. He continues to return to the hospital during the week for physiotherapy, which is helping him regain the full use of his legs.

      Philip is now able to fully appreciate the groups that helped to save his life and continues to take support from them. The two groups themselves, which combined have more than 23,000 members, have assumed a new role. They provide a way for Philip and his family to give updates on his progress and are also promoting a wider drive for blood donations.


      Sarah, an intern on Facebook's communications team, is going to face her fears and give blood for the first time.
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    • by Annie Ta on Tuesday, July 13, 2010 at 9:12am
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Submit your story to us and we'll consider featuring it in future posts.


      Australian short film writer and director Pauline Findlay has painful memories of the bullying that took place when she was in high school. Determined to make a difference in the lives of teenagers, Pauline and producer Tracey Savage set out to make a film about the torment of bullying and tell a modern-day tale of survival.

      ...They knew that engaging with the youth community would be critical to the overall success of the film, so early on they turned to Facebook to build a community around the film and raise the crucial funds they needed to produce it.

      "We wanted to speak directly to the youth market and engage with them in identifying what problems and bullying experiences they had come across," Pauline recalled. "We wanted to create a film that was real."

      On Nov. 27, 2009, they created the "Red Dot, the Short Film" Facebook group and began providing regular updates on the film's progress and specific stages of development.



      On a 6-month time frame to complete the film and needing to raise $30,000, Pauline and Tracey introduced Project 300/100 to their Facebook group. The project was designed to ask 300 of the film's supporters to donate $100 each, in order to raise the total needed.
      Pauline Findlay

      The $30,000 needed in money and in-kind contributions was successfully raised from the project on the Facebook group and the film's own website to pay for gear hire, location and catering for the shoot. Regular updates to the Facebook group about the amount of funds raised helped spur more donations.

      "We would say to people, 'Only 4 days to go and only $2,000 more before our film gets made,' " said Pauline. "I think this inspired our community to get involved and resulted in us achieving our goal by the stated deadline.

      "Without Facebook we wouldn't have gotten the funding we needed to shoot the film. It was integral to our film being made."

      Pauline and Tracey also used the Facebook group to recruit actors and extras. They connected with young people throughout Australia and were able to use real teenagers in many of the scenes of the film.
      Tracey Savage
      The Facebook group allowed them to reach out to teenagers who were familiar with the theme of the film and were comfortable in discussing it.

      "Red Dot" is currently in post production, and Pauline and Tracey continue to use the Facebook group to raise the final funds needed and to engage with the film's fans. Red Dot needs to raise a final $20,000 to finish the film by October—just in time to make the deadlines for international film festivals, such as Sundance and the Berlin International Film Festival.


      Annie, an associate on Facebook's communications team, believes in standing up to bullies.
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    • by Molly Thorsen Connolly on Tuesday, June 15, 2010 at 7:32am
      Molly Connolly is a new parent after adopting a son with her husband, John, earlier this year. After years of trying to have a child, she and John found a birth mother through Facebook after discussing their struggle on the service. We asked Molly to share her account of the day her son was born as part of our "Your Stories" series. Submit your story to us and we'll consider featuring it in future posts.


      On Dec. 30 at 11 p.m., my husband and I were sitting in our basement watching TV. We were both feeling worn out and dejected and were trying... to numb our anxiety. I had just recovered from the flu and was feeling guilty about not going home to spend time with my father, who was in the hospital following a serious brain injury and possibly would not live to see the New Year.

      The decision to stay in Chicago, as opposed to traveling to Minnesota, was not just based on the fact that I was so sick that I could barely get out of bed. My husband and I were also in the process of adopting a baby boy who was due on Jan. 17. Just three months earlier, we had connected with our birth mother, Valerie, through a group we created on Facebook.

      Over Christmas we spoke to Valerie, who had also been in the hospital and doctors were speculating that she might have Crohn's disease. In addition to this diagnosis, which was causing her extreme discomfort and dehydration, the doctors were monitoring her for possible cervical cancer.

      Since our communication with Valerie was sporadic at best, we had no idea how she was doing. She lived in Florida and we had only met her once. Recently, when she did contact us, sounding weak and in pain, she wouldn't tell us how she was doing, but instead told us that the baby was OK.
      Molly, John and their newborn son Theodore.

      "Don't worry about the baby, Molly," she would say. "He's fine. They keep checking him and there is nothing wrong with him."

      The only thing that might happen with the baby is the doctors might have to deliver him early. We felt horrible that we couldn't do anything for Valerie and her pain all the way in Chicago, and we also knew that we might be called at any time to go to Florida.

      While John was flipping channels, trying to find something else for us to watch, I struggled to give us both a pep talk.

      "She said that at worst, the doctor will induce labor on Jan 25, and she then has a three-day waiting period before she can sign the papers. So, really within 28 days, we will know. We can wait 28 days, right? It's been years. We can do 28 days," I said.

      I remember John staring at me. Usually at this point he would jump in and we would try to psych ourselves up. "Sure! 28 days! That's nothing!" he would say.

      But this time, he looked pensive. He looked sad. He took an audible deep breath. He looked directly at me, his blue eyes looked dark, his mouth turned down in a frown.

      "Do we need to start talking about what we do if this falls through?" he asked.

      I closed my eyes. I didn't want to think about it. At this point, I thought my answer would be no. I didn't think I could go through it again. The years of "trying", the medical procedures, the miscarriage and the failed adoption a year before--it was too much.

      I opened my eyes and was about to speak when the phone rang. We both jumped. John picked up the phone and checked the caller ID.

      "It's Michael!" he said. His eyes were wide with surprise. (Michael is Valerie's stepfather who had been in touch with us throughout the adoption effort.)

      "Pick it up!" I said. I gestured to the phone anxiously.

      "Hello?" John answered. He put the phone on speaker.

      "Are you ready to be a daddy?" Michael asked. His voice was filled with excitement and he continued, "Valerie is on her way to the hospital right now. I hope your bags are packed!"

      After John hung up the phone, I wish I could have captured the look on both of our faces with words. I have never felt a jolt of relief, disbelief and utter wonder all at once. We both started laughing.

      "Really? Is this really it?" I finally said.

      In the next few minutes we had a flurry of additional phone calls from Michael and a call from Valerie's mother, Dawn, who we later learned was driving 90 miles per hour in order to get to the hospital. We could hear Valerie in the background moaning in pain and then Dawn held the phone up so we could hear Valerie.

      "I'm sorry!" she wailed. "I wanted you to be here but I'm not gonna make it! I'm so sorry!" She screamed between waves of pain.

      "Honey! Just get the hospital and don't you think twice about us. We are on our way and we'll get there as soon as we can!"

      As soon as we hung up, the whole situation became a comedy routine. We both jumped up and kept bumping into each other.

      "You check flights!"

      "I'll pack!"

      "Call Patrick about the dogs!"

      "We need that car seat from Ann!"

      "What are we going to do about our car?"

      John called and woke up his 20-year-old nephew who hopped in his car without a second thought to come take care of the house and dogs. I ran around upstairs packing for us, my mind completely blank on what to pack for a three-week trip to Florida in January.

      When I arrived in Florida, I opened my suitcase to find not one, but two bathing suits, two wool sweaters, two T-shirts (again for 21 days), 13 pairs of black socks and little else.

      John booked two one-way tickets for us to Orlando at a reasonable price.

      "Honey this is great," I said as I looked at the one-way, direct flights. "Except it is for NEXT WEEK!" We scrambled to rebook.

      Since the baby would only be 3 weeks old when we left Orlando, we were advised that even if an airline would let him fly, it was not safe to fly with him especially because it was the height of flu season.

      We sent a text message to our neighbor who came by at midnight with a car seat for us. We called John's sister and asked her if she and her husband would drive our car to Orlando if we flew them home. They said yes without the slightest hesitation.

      And then at 1 a.m., the phone rang again, and it was Michael. "Check your email mom and dad. I just sent you a picture of your baby boy!"


      Epilogue


      The most amazing thing for John and me was the flurry of excitement and joy in the days that followed. The core of our story however, is that our birth mother, the woman who brought our darling son into our lives, found us on Facebook.

      In marketing ourselves as adoptive parents, we created a group on Facebook in July of 2009 called, "John and Molly looking to Adopt" and we asked our friends and family to join. Our Facebook group linked to our adoption website, www.johnandmolly.net, as well as to our adoption agency.

      Back in October, when Valerie decided she was going to place her child for adoption, she asked her mother to assist her in finding a family. Her mother, Dawn, searched for "looking to adopt" and our Facebook group came up in her web search results.

      From there, Dawn was able to see our group and link to our page, and subsequently recommend us to Valerie.

      Looking back, it's clear the availability of our public Facebook group in search engines was a key ingredient to our success. But more than that, Facebook provided a way for Dawn and Valerie to see more about who we were because we were open about some information about ourselves on our profiles

      They were able to see that we had over 150 friends who supported our adoption efforts and were rooting for us to be parents. They were able to read on the group page about how difficult it had been for us when an earlier adoption fell through, and see how our friends had posted encouragement and support to keep trying.

      And when the wonderful day came, when Valerie placed her baby boy in our arms and entrusted us to raise him, we were able to share the good news and pictures instantly with our dear friends on Facebook.

      When we returned home to Chicago there were dozens of cards and presents waiting for us. The most amazing thing to me is this event put me in touch with friends from every phase of our lives who were watching the news unfold on Facebook—elementary school through college, previous work colleagues , clients, neighbors, even complete strangers who were friends of friends.

      The community of support we achieved, using Facebook, is not just what helped us to find our birthmother, but also what provided us the emotional support to continue our adoption efforts in the first place.

      We are grateful to our friends and family, and the wonderful people at Family Resource Center in Chicago and Heart of Adoptions in Florida . We are thankful that we live in an age where communication helped make our miracle come true.


      Molly, a technology consultant and writer in Chicago, is thrilled to report that their son Theodore recently discovered the joy of sweet potatoes.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Wednesday, June 9, 2010 at 1:17pm
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Submit your story to us and we'll consider featuring it in future posts.


      Richard Whennell, a music teacher in the English town of Bracknell, had wanted to start a community choir for years. It wasn't until the American television show "Glee" hit British shores that he decided to take action.

      ...On the show, a motley crew of high school students join forces to form a small choir, or glee club. Richard wanted to create a similar chance for his neighbors—a place for people to come together to sing their favorite songs.

      Along with his wife Melissa, also a musician and teacher, Richard started thinking about the best way to promote the group. Initially, they considered distributing leaflets and fliers around their neighborhood, but concluded that involved a lot of work without guaranteed success. "I didn't want to go out and print a whole bunch of fliers and hire a hall if there was going to be no support," said Richard.

      Melissa suggested they try a Facebook group, and the initial response was exciting. Within 24 hours, the Bracknell Glee Club group had almost 40 members.

      "This looks fantastic!" wrote one member on the group's wall, "I cannot wait for this to start!"
      Bracknell Glee Club members practicing.

      Encouraged by the interest, Richard searched for a venue and created a Facebook event for the first meeting on March 4. By that point, the group had swelled to 100 members.

      The first sessions of the Bracknell Glee Club have been a resounding success. Between 40 and 50 people, aged anywhere between 12 to 74, now meet regularly to sing songs like "Don't Stop Believin" and "Never Gonna Give You Up." Melissa says the club's aim is to promote the idea that everyone can sing, while also making people feel good about themselves and their community.

      The group is still attracting people on Facebook and now has more than 200 members. It allows Richard and Melissa to let people know about arrangements and rehearsal details, and more importantly, provides a forum for members to communicate directly with each other outside of events.

      "It's lovely to feel like the group exists the whole week long, rather than just the 2 hours that we get together on a Thursday evening," Richard explains. Adds Melissa, "We feel really blessed to be living in a time of such great technology."


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communications team, wishes she could carry a tune.
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    • by David Kirkpatrick on Tuesday, June 8, 2010 at 8:42am
      The following is an excerpt from "The Facebook Effect," a book by long-time journalist David Kirkpatrick that went on sale today. The book chronicles the growth of Facebook and its impact on the world. This passage from the prologue tells the story behind one man's campaign against a Colombian guerrilla organization that led to worldwide attention and protests.


      Oscar Morales was fed up. It was holiday time in his hometown of Barranquilla, Colombia, just after the 2008 new year. The gentle-spirited civil engineer with a gift for computers was... spending his days at the bucolic nearby beaches with his extended family. But despite the holidays, like much of the country his thoughts were dark, and occupied with the suffering of a little boy named Emmanuel.

      Emmanuel was the four-year-old son of Clara Rojas, who had been a hostage in the jungles of Colombia for six years. Her son had been born while she was held by the guerrillas of the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia, known by its Spanish initials, FARC. FARC held a total of seven hundred hostages, including Colombian presidential candidate Ingrid Betancourt, kidnapped along with Rojas during the 2002 campaign.

      Sympathy and sadness about the plight of FARC's hostages was an ever-present fact in contemporary Colombia, as was fear about what the powerful and murderous revolutionary army might do next to disrupt the country. But the case of Emmanuel had lately acquired out-sized prominence in the popular press. For some time President Hugo Chavez of neighboring Venezuela had been attempting to negotiate with FARC about releasing Betancourt and others. Then abruptly in late December the guerrillas announced that they would soon turn over Rojas, her son Emmanuel, and another hostage to Chavez. In a nation exhausted from a decades-long battle with the violent guerrillas, this was a rare piece of good news. "People were longing for a gift, for a miracle," says Morales, thirty-two. "And Emmanuel was a symbol. The whole country was feeling the promise: 'Please let Emmanuel get his freedom. We would like that as a Christmas present from FARC.'"

      But as the new year arrived, Emmanuel still hadn't been freed. Then, in the first days of January, Colombian president Alvaro Uribe went on national television to deliver the shocking news that it appeared that Emmanuel was not even in the possession of FARC! It turned out Emmanuel had become seriously ill some time earlier, and FARC had taken him away from his mother, Clara, and dumped him with a peasant family. He was now, unexpectedly, in the government's hands.

      The nation was still on holiday with plenty of time to watch the news, which was all about poor, sick, abandoned Emmanuel. Morales's politically engaged extended family, hanging out by day at the beach, debated what might happen next. "People were happy because the kid was safe, but we were so fucking angry," Morales says. "Forgive me for using that word but we felt assaulted by FARC. How could they dare negotiate for the life of a kid they didn't even have? People felt this was too much. How much longer was FARC going to play with us and lie to us?"

      Morales wanted desperately to do something. So he turned to Facebook. Though the service wasn't yet even translated into Spanish, Morales spoke fluent English, as do many educated Colombians, and had been maintaining a profile there for over a year, posting his own information in Spanish and connecting with old college and high school friends. Spending time on Facebook was already a daily ritual for him.

      In Facebook's search box he typed the four letters "FARC" and hit enter. There were no results. No groups. No activism. No outrage. Groups devoted to almost everything under the sun were common on Facebook. But when it came to FARC, the citizens of Colombia had become used to being angry but cowed. In effect, the entire country had been taken hostage, and this had been going on for decades.

      Morales spent a day asking himself if he was willing to go public on Facebook. He decided to take the plunge, and on the 4th created a group against FARC. "It was like a therapy," he says. "I had to express my anger." He wrote a short description of the group's simple purpose—to stand up against FARC. A self-confessed "computer addict," Morales was skilled at graphics tools, so he designed a logo in the form of a vertical version of the Colombian flag. He overlaid it with four simple pleas in capitals running down the page, each one slightly larger than the last— NO MORE KIDNAPPINGS, NO MORE LIES, NO MORE KILLINGS, NO MORE FARC. "I was trying to scream like if I was in a crowd," he explains. "The time had come to fight FARC. What had happened was unbearable."

      But what should he call his group? On Facebook it's conventional to give groups names like "I bet I can find one million people who hate George Bush." But Morales didn't like such titles. They were juvenile. This was not a contest. This was serious. Yet he liked the idea of a million. A famous Spanish song is called "One Million Friends." One million people against FARC? The word voices sounded more literary. One million voices against FARC—Un Millon de Voces Contra Las FARC. That was it.

      After midnight on January 4, Morales created the group. He made it public so that any Facebook member could join. His personal network included about one hundred friends, and he invited them all. He was tired. At 3 a.m. he went to bed.

      At 9 a.m. the next morning he checked his group. Fifteen hundred people had joined already! "Woooooooo!!!" Morales howled in delight. This was an even better response than he had expected! That day at the beach he told his extended family about the group and asked them to invite their own Facebook friends to join. Most of them were avid Facebook users as well, and they hated FARC, too. By the time Morales returned home in the late afternoon, his group had four thousand members.

      "That's when I said to myself, 'Okay, no more beach, no more going out.'" He was ready to get serious. "I felt, 'Oh my God! This is what I want! A committed community around the message.'"

      A Facebook group has a "wall," where members can post thoughts, as well as discussion forums that allow organized, long-lasting conversations among many members. Morales soon bonded with several people who were posting there with special vigor. They exchanged instant messaging and Skype addresses and cell-phone numbers so they could continue their conversations offline.

      As more and more Colombians joined the group, members started talking not only about how mad they were about FARC, but what they ought to do about it. On January 6, just the second full day, a consensus on the page was emerging that the burgeoning group should go public. By the time it hit eight thousand members, people were posting on the discussion board, over and over, "Let's DO something."


      David is glad that Facebook arranged to be in the news when his book came out.
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    • by Oscar Raymundo on Tuesday, June 1, 2010 at 10:21am
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Submit your story to us and we'll consider featuring it in future posts.


      At 6:30 in the morning on April 24, Jeremy Graber awoke to the sound of sirens and the smell of smoke engulfing his neighborhood in Canal Fulton, Ohio. As soon as he stepped out of his home, half the roof was ablaze at the nearby 20-unit apartment complex (video).

      ...Fire, police and the Red Cross quickly responded to the scene to make sure all of the residents were evacuated safely. Everyone escaped, except two pet hamsters and a pet turtle.
      Jeremy, Margarita and Ken (left to right)

      As he stood witnessing the evacuation, Jeremy logged on to Facebook through his mobile phone and messaged Ken and Margarita Roberts to figure out how they could help the fire victims. The Roberts are the owners of New2MeToday, a resale shop that coordinates the local youth community outreach program REACH and is housed in a four-story historic warehouse complete with a banquet hall.

      "I am an amateur ham radio operator so I'm somewhat familiar with disaster and emergency response" Jeremy said. "But I had never done anything like this before. Nobody had."

      Before the smoke had cleared, Jeremy began posting about the fire on a Facebook group for Canal Fulton, requesting that clothing and furniture for fire victims be dropped off at New2MeToday. His call turned into an outpouring of help across the community.

      Concerned neighbors and townspeople immediately began calling in and bringing in donations. Local volunteers began sorting through the bags and boxes filling up the banquet hall at New2MeToday as Margarita jotted down the names and numbers of the victims and what they needed.

      At around 11 a.m. that same day, Pastor Dave Derry from True Life Community Church visited the apartment complex and learned that the fire had mostly displaced families with babies and young children. The fire happened so quickly and so early in the morning that the victims left all of their belongings behind. Using the church's community fund, he bought baby bottles, formula, diapers and baby wipes.

      Some of the victims were elderly and didn't drive, while others had their car keys scorched in the fire. So Pastor Derry also started shuttling them to New2MeToday so they could get clothing.

      On that windy, rainy Saturday morning, Ken recalled, "we had people coming in to the shop with no jackets and wet socks."

      Jeremy kept updating the Facebook group with how neighbors could help the fire victims. As word spread quickly, local business owners banded together and offered assistance. The family-owned Pizza Parlor delivered free pizza, soda and water for the volunteers sorting donations at New2MeToday. The manager of the First Merit Bank, also a REACH adviser, set up an account for cash donations for the victims.

      Days after the fire, Jeremy noticed a need to find the displaced families more permanent housing beyond the three-day hotel stays the Red Cross was providing.

      "This apartment complex was subsidized," Jeremy said. "Nobody had renters insurance and nobody really had any means to replace what was lost."

      A local campground, Clays' Park Resort, responded by offering three cabins to house the victims until Labor Day.

      Shortly before 3 p.m. the day of the fire, Jeremy, Ken and Margarita began planning a benefit dinner, raffle and silent auction to help out the victims. On May 8, exactly two weeks after the fire, the benefit, held at New2MeToday's banquet hall, helped raise $4,200 for the 13 families that had lost their homes. The benefit went so far beyond their initial expectations that they ended up providing assistance to an additional 72 local families.

      Jeremy never thought he would end up using Facebook as emergency response, but it provided "basically flawless coordination having my friends and business networks all in place." By its end, the community effort spawned from a Facebook post even spread across state boundaries.

      "I got a call from someone in Michigan who had heard about what had happened through Facebook," Ken said. "They wanted to help, but they didn't know where Canal Fulton, Ohio, was."


      Oscar, a San Francisco-based freelance writer and contributor to the Facebook Blog, feels bad for those families who lost a pet hamster in a fire.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Monday, May 31, 2010 at 10:48am
      Around the world, countries hold holidays to honor the men and women who defend them. Today is one such holiday in the U.S., Memorial Day, so we're profiling service members and their families as part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways people use Facebook. Submit your story to us and we'll consider featuring it in future posts.


      Active Duty


      The walls of 21-year-old Charles Pergament's room are lined corner to corner with photographs of family and friends. This is no college dorm, though; it's Charles' living quarters in Al-Basrah,... Iraq, where he is stationed as a transportation movement specialist with the 840th Transportation Battalion. The photos are among the dozens he receives from his wife, Kristin, who prints them out from friends' Facebook profiles and includes them in care packages to Charles.

      Charles and Kristin were married on Dec. 28, 2009, but didn't have much time to enjoy wedded bliss. Only a few weeks later, his unit was deployed to Iraq to assist with the draw-down operation. To bridge the gap formed by thousands of miles, the young couple keeps in touch through Facebook Chat and Inbox messages. Kristin says she misses her husband every day, but "our communication has made this deployment a little easier."

      In addition to connecting with his wife, family and friends, Charles also has found Facebook to be helpful while he's overseas.

      "A team of mine got separated on a base in Iraq," wrote Charles in an email. "I went to a (military-operated) cafe, hopped on Facebook, and saw (that) my squad leader was online. I messaged him our location, and within 10 minutes we were regrouped."


      A Gold Star Wife


      Katie and James on their wedding day.
      While many military families use Facebook to communicate with their loved ones abroad, others turn to it as a source of support after the loss of a soldier. Katie Hubbard, the 26-year old widow to Command Sgt. Maj. James W. Hubbard Jr., has benefited greatly from the comfort she has received from Facebook friends since her husband's death.

      James was an active military serviceman from October 1972 to September 1980, then he joined the Army Reserves. After a deployment for Operation Iraqi Freedom, James returned home in 2005, when he met Katie. The pair were married in February 2007, before James was briefly deployed again to Kosovo. Soon after returning stateside, he was diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia that apparently stemmed from uranium exposure during his tour of duty in Iraq. Sadly, despite immediate treatment, James passed away on May 21, 2009.

      Among the friends Katie connects with on Facebook are fellow Gold Star Wives, the widows of deceased military members. Though she has never met many of the women face-to-face, their shared grief builds a trusting and understanding community. Katie cites one friend in particular, Glenda, as an inspirational figure. Though widowed long ago when her husband died in the Vietnam War, Glenda has helped Katie find support.

      "I've learned a lot from our conversations," says Katie, "and even though we were widowed almost 41 years apart and in different circumstances, the grief is so similar."

      Katie and Glenda plan to meet for the first time this weekend, when they will commemorate Memorial Day with a visit to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C.


      Band of Brothers


      Luis Rodriguez is immensely proud of his older brother, Shak Wak. A highly decorated first sergeant, Shak has seen 18 years of near constant combat, first with the U.S. Marines and now with the U.S. Army. He is, as Luis wrote, "a soldier's soldier." Shak is currently on his fifth tour of duty in Iraq, but unlike previous deployments, this is the first he has undertaken with an important tool: a Facebook account.

      Luis convinced his brother to sign up on Facebook so they could communicate more easily while he is overseas. Now, they share pictures and videos of family events to keep Shak in touch with home.
      Brothers Shak and Luis

      Shak is careful to follow the military's security rules, known as OPSEC guidelines, so he doesn't share many details, but Luis says the little updates mean the world to him and his family. Luis particularly loves getting real-time information from his brother on Facebook Chat.

      "In that instant, I know he is OK, back at the (base) and probably getting some rest and some food," Luis said.

      Luis, a writer, fondly remembers crafting a poem dedicated to Shak, then posting it as a note on Facebook and tagging his brother.

      "Within hours, he had read and responded to it," Luis recalled. "Knowing that I can reach out and speak to him like that is priceless."


      Sara, an intern on the communications team, is so grateful to all the men and women serving her country.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Friday, May 14, 2010 at 10:51am
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Submit your story to us and we'll consider featuring it in future posts.


      A chance encounter on a friend of a friend's Facebook profile changed Jason Bussey's life forever. While browsing the profile in March last year, he stumbled upon Heather Willis, a classmate from his freshman year in high school almost two decades earlier. Tomorrow, Jason and Heather plan to marry after a romance rekindled on Facebook.

      ...As soon as Jason discovered Heather on Facebook, he friended her. She was delighted and quickly accepted. After spending one year together in high school in Georgia, they had lost touch for 17 years after Jason had moved to Florida. They initially became reacquainted on Facebook for a few weeks—checking out each others' photos and profiles and regularly chatting and messaging. Realizing they both now live in Atlanta, they soon reunited in person.
      Jason and Heather atop the Eiffel Tower.

      "It was the strangest sensation of knowing him from 17 years ago, but also like meeting someone for the very first time," Heather said of the reunion.

      It didn't take long for Jason and Heather to become inseparable. Heather estimates that they have only spent four days apart since their initial reunion. They've learned to wake board, attended football games, and even entered triathlons and marathons together. Although Heather previously didn't believe in the idea of a soul mate, she now says that Jason has changed her mind.

      In August 2009, Jason and Heather traveled to Paris, where Jason seized the opportunity to cement their relationship for life. At the top of the Eiffel Tower, before a beautiful sunset, he proposed to a "shocked and incredibly happy" Heather. Now the couple and their families will be celebrating their love in a lakefront ceremony and reception outside of Atlanta.

      "Facebook has allowed us to find that one person in this world who truly complements the other," the soon-to-be Mrs. Heather Bussey said. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart."


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communications team, is chatting with her boyfriend on Facebook.
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    • by Emily Liebert on Monday, May 10, 2010 at 3:50pm
      The following is our final installment in a series of excerpts from the new book "Facebook Fairytales: Modern-Day Miracles to Inspire the Human Spirit." This chapter tells the story of how one man's creation of Facebook group helped the Nepali Ski Team find a missing teammate.


      When sixteen-year-old French student Tom Baraize was recruited to act as liaison officer for the Nepali Ski Team at the World Ski Championships in February 2009, he had no idea of the drama that would ensue.

      ...Hailing from the quiet community of Lyon, in southeastern France, roughly a ninety-minute drive from Val d'Isère—the legendary ski area in the French Alps where the Championships would take place—Tom was excited and prepared for his many responsibilities to follow.

      The Nepal Alpine skiing team, he was told, had been founded in 1997 by British businessman and former skier Richard Morley at the request of the Himalayan country's then ruler, King Birendra. Tom would report to Richard, the team's coach, and help him tend to the practical needs of the three skiers competing: their star, Shyam Dhakal; their number two, Subash Khatri; and their final and youngest recruit, sixteen-year-old Uttam Rayamajhi.


      Tom, who was quadrilingual—speaking English, French, German, and Spanish—was assigned two significant tasks. His first and most important priority was to help the organization committee welcome the international teams; his second was to set up and manage the Nepali team's website.

      Arriving in Val d'Isère, Tom was instantly swept up in the frenetic energy palpable at every turn. There were races, events, music, parties, food, and throngs of fans, skiers, and workers buzzing around the cool, sun-soaked slopes. It was a sixteen-year-old's dream job, and Tom could hardly believe his good fortune in landing it.

      Tom hit it off immediately, not only with the team members, but also Coach Richard Morley. And as he ran around frantically dotting every "i" and crossing every "t" for the team—from transporting their gear to races and securing the proper documentation to getting them new ski equipment when theirs wasn't authorized—his friendships with the team members were cemented even further. Tom oversaw and chatted with them by day, drank with them in the evenings, and—ultimately—became part of their intimate family.

      When the Ski Championships finally came to a close—after two weeks of working and playing hard—Tom departed from the team's base in Les Arcs to return home to Lyon, promising to stay in touch with his newfound friends. They discussed reuniting for a ski trip or even to work on a film about the team. Tom felt gratified and lucky to have experienced this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

      Nearly two months passed, and in April—back at home—Tom found a note from Richard in his e-mail in-box. Perhaps he's writing to get together or to plan our ski trip, Tom speculated, energized at the thought. He opened the message at once:

      Tom,

      I have some disturbing news. Uttam Rayamajhi has vanished from the team's base at Les Arcs. No one knows where he's gone. Please let me know if you've heard anything.

      Regards,

      Richard


      Alarmed by word of his friend's disappearance, Tom hastily logged on to Facebook to reach out to Richard. They'd communicated via the social networking site often, and Tom knew that Richard would likely be on Facebook more often than on his regular e-mail, since it was the fastest and most efficient way of reaching as many people as possible at one time. Tom wrote:

      Richard,

      Please send me your number so we can chat via phone. I want to help in any way I can.

      Sincerely,
      Tom


      Minutes later, Tom and Richard were speaking directly, and Richard was explaining the circumstances surrounding Uttam's departure from the team's base camp. Uttam, Richard said, had been distraught because of the disintegration of Nepal's ski team in the wake of a funding debacle. Essentially, a corrupt Nepali leader had rescinded his promise of financial support for the team, and when Richard had filed a complaint with the International Olympic Committee, not only had he been dismissed as coach, but the skiers' scholarships had been revoked—rendering Uttam inconsolable and the team's chances of competing in the 2010 Vancouver Olympics hopeless.

      Confused and concerned, Tom had an idea. "I might have a way to find Uttam," he told Richard.

      Having been a member of Facebook for a year and a half, Tom was familiar with the viral effect of the site, and decided to start a group whose main purpose would be to help track down his forlorn friend. He titled it "Help Uttam and All Victims of Corruption in Sport," and included photos of Uttam, along with a full description of his story—in both French and English—on the opening page.

      Aside from finding Uttam, Tom's secondary goal was to denounce the Nepali government's crooked behavior, and to fight to break the cycle of fraudulence in the sports arena. It was a lofty objective, perhaps, but this didn't stand in the sixteen-year-old's way.

      Using the Facebook group as his platform, Tom swiftly spread information about Uttam's disappearance to all of his contacts, inviting them to join the group, and asking them to invite their own friends to follow suit. He even included Uttam in his plea.

      One week later, the group was 500 members strong. And when Tom sat down at his computer after school one afternoon, he noticed that Uttam had become a member of the very group designed to find him. There was no note or any indication of his whereabouts, but Tom and Richard—who he called immediately upon finding Uttam's response—were beyond relieved to learn that the young skier was alive and well. After all, he was only sixteen and had been missing for weeks—with no money, clothes, or telephone at his disposal.

      But where was he? And why had he only accepted the Facebook request and not contacted someone—especially having seen the desperate online campaign to locate him?

      They'd have their answers soon enough.

      Once Richard had alerted the police, confirming that Uttam was in fact alive, and mass media had gotten wind of the news, Uttam—astonished by the spectacle of so much attention—reached out to Richard, who took the first train to Paris to hear the young boy's side of the story.

      Uttam had been wandering the streets of the City of Lights, near the Bastille, having hitchhiked there from Les Arcs with just five euros in his pocket. He'd been stopped by police a number of times, he said, but had produced a valid visa and been released. Nearly three weeks had gone by, and he'd been surviving on mostly bread, when a man—a stranger—had called out to him.

      "Hey, kid! I saw you on Facebook," he'd declared, flagging Uttam down. "There's a group with photos of you and your story. They're looking everywhere for you."

      Subsequently, the man had invited Uttam to come back to his house so he could see for himself. That was when Uttam had accepted Tom's invitation to the group.

      "Why did you not call someone, or at least let us know you were okay?" Richard questioned.

      "I had to take a step back and think about my life," Uttam revealed. "When they took away our funding, I realized that I'd wasted two years of my life pursuing a skiing career. I'd dropped out of school to train, and I just needed some time alone to let it all sink in. I felt discouraged and angry."

      "I understand. We were all very frustrated, but you still should have come to me," Richard said, resting his hand on Uttam's shoulder. "That's what I'm here for."

      "I know. And I'm sorry." Uttam smiled humbly.

      "Will you come back with me?"

      "Not just yet, but I will return to camp soon."

      And that he did. A few days later, Uttam rejoined Richard and his fellow teammates in Les Arcs. He also wrote a long-overdue Facebook message to a very special friend:

      Tom,

      I cannot thank you enough for your help and attention in looking for me. You never abandoned hope, and, if not for the Facebook group, I may have been a lost soul forever.

      Thank you.

      Your friend always,
      Uttam


      While the future of the Nepali ski team remains ambiguous—they hope to send their top seed, Shyam Dhakal, to the 2010 Vancouver Olympics—Uttam is back in his home country, reenrolled in school and eagerly awaiting an opportunity to return to the slopes.

      As for the story's hero, Tom Baraize, he says, "I'm quite proud of what I did, and I look forward to seeing my friends on the ski team again very soon. Maybe we can meet up for a drink when they come back to France."

      How would Tom describe his experience at the World Championships in retrospect?

      "Five words: Best time of my life."


      Emily, the author of "Facebook Fairytales," continues to share inspirational stories on the book's Facebook Page.


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    • by Sara Lannin on Sunday, May 9, 2010 at 10:44am
      Today is Mother's Day in the U.S. and dozens of countries around the world, and to honor it we're profiling three stories submitted to us for our "Your Stories" series about how mothers and children are building family bonds through Facebook. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Mom's Yiddish Word of the Day


      Robbin Anderson is proud to say she has a very close relationship with her mother, Marcie. The two talk nearly every day, and live just close enough (near Hicksville, NY) that they can pop in on one another... easily. However, recently, the mother-daughter pair have found a way to use Facebook to strengthen not only their family ties, but also their cultural ones.

      "Growing up I would hear [my mother] use Yiddish words, but I never paid much attention to what they meant," explained Robbin.

      One night, when Robbin's husband asked Marcie a question, Marcie responded in Yiddish. Suddenly, Robbin realized how little she actually knew of the language.

      "I started asking what some of those Yiddish words from my childhood meant," Robbin said.

      From this simple question her mother began a Facebook tradition—a "Yiddish Word of the Day." Every day, Marcie posts a new word as her status update. From there, Robbin can guess what it means, or provoke conversation on the topic.

      Of the words shared so far, Robbin has one favorite: "bashert." It relates to destiny, signaling that something was, or was not, meant to be.

      To Robbin's delight, friends also join her in guessing the words from time to time. More often than not, it remains a personal experience between her and her mother.

      "For some crazy reason this new tradition of ours brings me comfort," said Robbin. "It's the first thing I check when I turn the computer on in the morning."


      Birth Mother Locates Daughter


      On Dec. 31, 2009, Janet Mackenzie-Cohen received a large envelope from the government of Ontario, Canada. The package contained court records, hospital papers and a crucial piece of information—her daughter's name, Karyn. Janet had been looking for Karyn for decades, nearly since the day Janet had given her daughter up for adoption in 1965.

      Though Janet finally had her daughter's adopted name, she had no clue as to her whereabouts or how to contact her. "I didn't know where to start," Janet said. "My first thought was not to frighten her." Eventually, a friend suggested she try Facebook.

      Janet created an account, and within a matter of minutes discovered Karyn. More than anything, Janet recalls the overwhelming feeling of relief that accompanied her discovery.

      When Karyn was born, she was dangerously small—a mere 3 pounds, 14 ounces. Janet was told the child would likely not survive, and if she did, it would only be with serious difficulty. However, when Janet discovered her daughter on Facebook, she found her to be a happy, healthy mother of her own.

      After sending Karyn a message, the two became Facebook friends and now talk regularly through Facebook Chat. Content for now with their level of communication, they have plans to reunite in 2011.

      "I knew that I would never go to my grave without making superhuman efforts to find my baby, but in 1965, who would dream that Facebook would make it so easy?" Janet said. "I am totally grateful."


      Staying Close a Thousand Miles Away


      Valerie Collins of Indiana was determined not to let distance keep her apart from her 88-year-old mother, Alice, who lives in Arizona. In October, the mother-daughter duo turned to Facebook to stay in touch.

      When Alice recently suffered a broken foot, Valerie used Facebook to check in on her mother, remind her of upcoming doctors appointments and discuss the results of her lab tests. She also was able to connect with Alice's neighbors in Arizona, important contacts in case an emergency should ever arise. "It's a comfort knowing someone is nearby," Valerie said.

      Of course, Valerie also uses Facebook to connect her mother with two very important family members—Valerie's two sons. Due to the long distance separating them, Alice does not get to see her grandchildren in person very often. Now through photos and videos, she has the opportunity to watch them grow.

      "Facebook is giving us an opportunity to share across thousands of miles," explained Valerie.

      Valerie also keeps the boys updated on their grandmother's activities, and the kids recently got a kick out of Alice's profile picture (shown to the right).

      Valerie even posted a video of her son's entry at a music competition, and marveled that "Alice was able to see the video just minutes after the show!"


      Sara is an intern on Facebook's communications team.
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    • by Oscar Raymundo on Friday, April 30, 2010 at 3:59pm
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      The last days Abdi Mohamed lived in his homeland of Somalia were spent in fear. Weeks earlier, in 1991, civil war had broken out across the African country, bringing violence to his doorstep.

      ..."The situation was bad," Abdi recalled. "I escaped with my dear life after the warring militia looted everything I owned."

      Searching for safety, Abdi traveled for days through what the U.N. deems one of the most dangerous regions in the world. He arrived at the Kenyan border, where a branch of the Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) soon transferred him to the Hagadera refugee camp in Northern Kenya.

      At Hagadera, now home to 135,000 refugees, Abdi began working for CARE International, one of the more than 20 world relief organizations there. He started as an elementary school teacher, then became a store clerk distributing food.

      Because of his work, Abdi was one of the lucky few to have an Internet connection in a part of the world where coverage is rare. He became a crucial link between refugees in the camp and those who had left.

      "People who had left were always sending me e-mails asking me to update them on what was going on," Abdi said. "Once out, it's difficult to keep in touch with the people back in the camp."

      Abdi turned to Facebook in 2008 to help him reach out and connect Somali refugees from all over the world who had spent time at Hagadera. He created the Facebook group "HAGADARIANS ON FACEBOOK," which has grown to 400 members.

      When the group began, only a few of the refugees were aware of Facebook. But once they heard about the group, they flocked to Abdi for help in opening an account so they too could connect with current and former refugees around the world.

      "It became the best forum to keep in touch considering the prohibitive prices they used to pay for calling their friends from the refugee camp," Abdi said.

      "HAGADARIANS ON FACEBOOK" has become the place to get the latest news and updates on the refugee camp –from how the camp observed World Refugee Day to a Human Rights Watch report on police abuse of refugees in Kenya. With a simple Wall post or comment, group members can share their news or join a discussion.



      The discussion board is particularly active. Current and past residents discuss topics such as relief efforts, life in the refugee camp, resettlement in a third country and ways in which peace may be restored to their respective homelands.

      For his part, Abdi, who left the camp last year to attend university in Canada, is focused on attracting more former Hagaderian refugees now living around the world. His goal is to form an international coalition, powered by social media, to raise awareness about issues such as the poor living conditions in the camp and the exploitation of refugee labor.

      He already has noticed a member-driven effort spring up in recent months—a proposal for raising funds to deliver school supplies to a refugee-funded school in Hagadera. While logistics made that plan too difficult to complete, Abdi remains hopeful.

      "The will is there," Abdi said of the group's members. "I am optimistic that we can at least do something to give back to the community."


      Oscar, a San Francisco-based freelance writer and contributor to the Facebook Blog, remembers the day in elementary school he first learned about the U.N.
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    • by Emily Liebert on Wednesday, April 28, 2010 at 1:54pm
      The following is the third in a series of excerpts we're publishing from the new book "Facebook Fairytales: Modern-Day Miracles to Inspire the Human Spirit." This chapter tells the story of how one couple's struggle to have a baby led to an adoption facilitated through Facebook.


      It was only three weeks after Melissa Segal had moved to Washington, D.C., in August 2001, that she met Seth Edlavitch at a barbecue for a local volunteer organization. Four years later they were married. And shortly after that, the couple began pursuing their mutual... dream of starting a family.

      Given that they were in their mid-thirties, Melissa and Seth made the decision early on to try to conceive naturally, but agreed that if it wasn't working after a few months, they'd seek out a fertility specialist. Melissa's proverbial biological clock was ticking, and since they wanted more than one child, they knew time was of the essence.

      Six months passed, with Melissa tracking her ovulation cycle religiously, but the outcome was never positive.

      "It'll be fine, "Seth assured her. "It'll happen for us eventually. "

      But Melissa wasn't convinced. "Every time it doesn't work, I'm devastated," she explained. "And I don't want to continue to endure the disappointment month after month."

      Seth understood. After all, he acknowledged, it wasn't his body.

      So, in January 2006, eager to expedite the process, Melissa made a call to the fertility center. And, after a thorough evaluation, the couple was told that while Melissa's tests were all normal, there was an issue on Seth's end, making in vitro fertilization (IVF) their only feasible option.

      Melissa and Seth were undaunted. Their goal was to become pregnant, and even though it meant a succession of procedures and shots for Melissa, often administered by Seth, they were ready to tackle the process together.

      Fortunately, everything went smoothly. Melissa stimulated above average from the hormones, fourteen eggs were retrieved, five of them fertilized into perfect embryos, and two were transferred into Melissa's uterus. All they had to do was wait a couple of weeks for the good news.

      About two weeks after the transfer, the call came in from the nurse at their doctor's office. Melissa, a teacher, sat at the front desk at her school, with the landline on speaker and Seth on her cell phone.

      "Congratulations! You're going to be parents!" the nurse announced.

      Everything was finally coming together for Seth and Melissa.

      Over the course of the following weeks, all of Melissa's tests indicated normal progress, and when it was finally time for the ultrasound, they were both beyond excited. As Melissa lay on the examining table, the doctor probed her stomach.

      "There are two heartbeats, "he said. But then he cautioned,

      "One is strong and the other is faint. Chances are you'll have one healthy baby. "

      How could they argue with that? One healthy baby was all they'd wanted.

      Another week passed, and Melissa and Seth headed back to the doctor for ultrasound number two. This time, as the doctor leaned in to look at the screen, his eyes widened and he whispered something inaudible to the technician. Melissa and Seth's hearts raced in unison. Was there something wrong with the baby?

      "Wow! You're having identical twins," the doctor declared. "And there is still another heartbeat there, as well." Three babies!

      "There better not be four the next time we come in," Seth joked, though he was confounded more than anything. Two he could handle. Three at one time—he wasn't so sure.

      But by the third ultrasound, the other embryo had reabsorbed, and Seth and Melissa were simply thrilled to be carrying identical twins with strong, healthy heartbeats. Life was good.

      And it continued to be good, despite some routine bleeding and a trip to the emergency room, which confirmed that not only were the twins doing well, but that Melissa was carrying two boys!

      At twenty weeks, Melissa was waddling around her classroom—measuring, looking, and feeling seven months along—unaccustomed to any extra weight on her five-foot two frame. It was a Tuesday, and, just like any other day, she made her way around the room, tidying up after her students. As she continued her cleaning, suddenly there was pain—intense pain in her stomach and back, followed by a trip to the doctor.

      "The heartbeats are fine," he confirmed. "Your back probably hurts because you're so big."

      Melissa breathed a sigh of relief.

      Two days later, though, she had another scare when her mucus plug came out.

      "Normal," the doctor reassured via telephone. "If you want to come in, you can, although there's nothing to be worried about."

      But Melissa wasn't taking any chances, and on Friday of that week—to set her mind at ease for the upcoming weekend—she visited the doctor's office once again to make sure everything was still moving along as planned.

      "The heartbeats sound good," the physician on call encouraged her. "Let me just do a quick internal exam, and then you'll be on your way."

      As Melissa waited, pleased to be doing anything positive for her babies-to-be, she let her mind wander to the happy times she and Seth would spend with their two sons. But her daydream was quickly interrupted.

      "Crap," the doctor said, as a dark shadow cast over his face. "You're two centimeters dilated and eighty to ninety percent effaced. You are in labor. You have to go right to the hospital."

      In a panic, Melissa called Seth. He was an hour away and it was raining heavily outside. Melissa's friend would have to pick her up and take her to the hospital, they decided, and Seth would meet them there.

      At the hospital, medicine was immediately administered to stop Melissa's contractions, but it was too late. She was going into premature labor and the babies would not survive.

      "How are you going to get them out?" Melissa cried, overwhelmed with alarm.

      "You're going to have to deliver them," the nurse told her. "I'm so sorry."

      Besieged by fear and in a haze of confusion and sorrow, Melissa had no choice but to deliver two beautiful baby boys, whose lungs were not developed enough for them to live.

      And by three-thirty in the morning, it was finally over. Exhausted and grief-stricken, Melissa was wheeled to her room, where Seth climbed into bed with her so they could finally cry together, alone at last.

      Holding Melissa in his arms, Seth said, "This was horrible, but we're going to get through this. In a year from now you will be pregnant again."

      It was the end of their pregnancy, but not the end of their desire for a family.

      With Melissa's uterus 80 percent scarred, they knew they had a tough battle ahead, but they weren't intimidated. And exactly one year after their initial IVF cycle, they started the process again.

      For some reason, though, Melissa no longer responded to the hormones, and it took three attempts to get just two good embryos, which they transferred. The unfortunate result was a chemical pregnancy—essentially a false positive. They tried one more time, to no avail.

      Perhaps it's my body, Melissa reasoned. And so they decided to take a nontraditional route. Melissa's sister, a physician, offered to be their surrogate and carry the baby for them. It wasn't your run-of-the-mill approach, they knew, but Seth and Melissa were willing to try just about anything. Melissa's sister would be implanted, as would Melissa. It was a possibility that they could be carrying Melissa and Seth's children at the very same time.

      But disappointment reared its ugly head again when it didn't work for either of them. And one more go of it—with Melissa's sister as the sole carrier—didn't produce either.

      It was the summer of 2008. Seth and Melissa had ridden a two-year-long roller coaster with nothing to show for it, and their spirits were down.

      "All I want is to be pregnant," Melissa told Seth repeatedly.

      "What you really want is to start a family," he pointed out. Melissa agreed with Seth, and they mutually decided to explore adoption.

      Neither of them knew much about it, but they were focused on doing something, anything, to make their dream of having a baby come true. So they attended a seminar, researched independent versus agency adoption, and settled on pursuing a combination of both—placing ads and sending applications to two agencies they felt comfortable with.

      By August of 2008, Seth and Melissa were home study–approved, and spreading the word to everyone they knew. They created a blog with a short blurb about who they were and what their life was like, and sent it around to friends and family. Seth also created a flyer that Melissa passed along to her colleagues at school and posted at their synagogue. And, while they got lovely responses— others sharing their similar experiences—there weren't any leads on adopting a baby.

      Shortly after the Thanksgiving holiday, Seth was tooling around on the computer late one night when a lightbulb went off: What if I post the flyer on Facebook? Seth had been a member for a few months and was slowly building connections. He'd heard of the social networking site's viral effect, and decided it certainly couldn't hurt. But he also knew it wasn't possible to post documents on Facebook, so he expertly converted the file to a PDF and then a JPEG, so he could save it as a picture.

      "I put our adoption flyer up on Facebook," he informed Melissa the following day.

      "Great!" she replied. "The more people who know we're looking, the better."

      Two days later, Seth's friend, John, asked if he could post the flyer to his page.

      And, in early December, Seth received a call from John's friend, Jenny, a woman from high school who he hadn't spoken to in twenty years. She explained that she had a construction company nearby, and that Lisa, the wife of one of her employees, was eight or nine months pregnant. They already had three kids, and she knew they didn't have a plan for the baby.

      A few days later, Jenny called Seth at work. She said, "Lisa would like to talk to you, but she's too nervous to call. Could you call her?"

      "Absolutely!" Seth said, trying not to set his hopes too high.

      And that night, beset with frenetic anticipation, Melissa and Seth called Lisa—the woman who could possibly make their dreams come true.

      "I'm really nervous," Melissa started.

      "So am I," Lisa replied.

      Melissa and Seth then told Lisa everything she needed to know about them, and the three decided to meet the following afternoon at a little Starbucks in the Giant supermarket near Lisa's work.

      It had been a sleepless night for Melissa and Seth, who sat chatting nervously the next day, awaiting Lisa's arrival. She was right on time, and after awkward introductions and small talk about their shared obsession with Top Chef, serious discussions began. They covered Lisa's health habits, family medical history, and her reason for placing the child for adoption—for financial reasons, and the fact that Lisa and her husband weren't prepared to start over with a fourth baby. Lisa even showed Melissa and Seth pictures of her three kids, who were happy and healthy.

      When they were finally ready to part ways, Melissa said, "It was so wonderful to meet you. Seth and I definitely want to talk about things. I'm sure you and your husband do as well. "And then she asked nervously, "Would it be possible for us to call you tomorrow?"

      "You can call me later tonight, if you'd like," Lisa offered, smiling warmly.

      Melissa and Seth smiled back. Something just felt right about this woman.

      When they spoke later that evening, it was decided. Both parties wanted to move forward. In a matter of weeks, Melissa and Seth would have a brand-new baby!

      And on December 30, 2008, the day before Seth's birthday, Noah Benjamin was welcomed into the world, with Melissa and Seth in the delivery room by Lisa and her husband's side. Two days later, on January 1, Seth and Melissa finally brought their baby home.

      "It was so poetic starting the New Year with our new son, "Melissa reflects. "Noah means 'rest,' and we feel like after this long journey, we can finally do just that."


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    • by Emily Liebert on Thursday, April 22, 2010 at 11:27am
      The following is the second in a series of excerpts we're publishing from the new book "Facebook Fairytales: Modern-Day Miracles to Inspire the Human Spirit." This chapter tells the story of how one family used Facebook to cope with the loss of their daughter.


      On September 23, 1992, Talbot and Michelle Elkins welcomed their second daughter, Jessica, into the world, and the couple from Athens, Alabama—along with two-year-old sister, Emilee—was overjoyed. Four years later, baby brother Michael joined the family fold.

      ...The Elkins considered themselves the luckiest parents on Earth, with three happy and healthy children in their brood. And as the years passed, with Jessica and Emilee developing into extraordinary young ladies, life only got better.

      By fifteen, Jessica was the consummate "perfect teenager," a veritable oxymoron in and of itself. She'd had a steady boyfriend for over two years, who her parents adored, and she was involved in an array of activities, ranging from ballet and jazz to gymnastics, volleyball, and, ultimately, cheerleading—her true passion. Jessica boasted an extensive group of close friends, and was revered by anyone who came to know her, as was evidenced by the 200-plus students who had voted her Homecoming representative for both her seventh- and eighth-grade school years.

      At home, she acted as a second caregiver to her family, changing her brother's diapers and feeding him from the day he was born, and generally doing everything she could to help her parents, who worked full-time in their family trucking business.

      Unlike many adolescent girls, Jessica was also exceptionally close to her mother, whom she'd offered to drive anywhere she'd needed to go from the day she'd received her learner's permit. The two were inseparable. So, on Thursday, December 20, when they embarked on a last-minute holiday shopping spree, it was like any other day for the Elkins gals.

      They hopped from store to store, eventually seeking out a special Pandora ring that Emilee had requested at a jewelry shop in Athens. By the day's end, Michelle was eager to get home to finish up some chores before some minor post-Christmas surgery she'd scheduled for the following week.

      "We have to hurry so I can get the laundry done and clean the house," she said to Jessica. "We've got a lot of things going on before my operation."

      "Mom, it's not like somebody's going to die if this stuff doesn't get done," Jessica said, looking her in the eyes and smiling brightly. "The laundry will be taken care of. I promise. You don't need to worry about the little things."

      Michelle laughed. After all, her middle child was wise beyond her years. How many mothers could rely on their teenage daughter to hold down the fort so capably? she thought, beaming with pride.

      The following morning, while Michelle tied up loose ends at work, Jessica headed to school for the last of her final exams, and that afternoon joined Emilee and her boyfriend at a local Mexican eatery. Jessica couldn't have been more at ease; school was out for the Christmas holiday, and she was elated to be spending the afternoon with Emilee, who was not only her sister, but her best friend.

      Midway through lunch, though, Jessica's celebratory feast took a turn for the worse. She announced, "I'm not feeling so well. I'm going to sit in the car until you're done."

      "Are you sure you're okay?" her sister asked, concerned. "Go rest, and we'll be there soon."

      Emilee dialed her mother immediately. "Jessica is sick. She just left the table and went to sit in the car."

      "Hurry and get through eating, and go check on her," Michelle urged.

      "Sure thing, Mom. I'm sure she's going to be okay."

      But by 1:30, back at the car, Emilee wasn't so sure anymore. She called Michelle again, somewhat frantic. "Mom, Jessica is crying a lot. She says she's aching all over."

      "Let me finish what I'm doing here. Take her to the house, and I'll be there as fast as I can," Michelle instructed, hurriedly attending to her outstanding tasks.

      An hour later, Michelle was home at Jessica's side, where she lay in bed, overcome with pain.

      "Listen, sweetie, we're going to take you to the doctor and see what's wrong," she soothed, stroking her daughter's forehead. It was the Friday afternoon before a holiday weekend, and Michelle knew that most private practices would soon be closed.

      As Jessica continued to weep, Michelle drove her to the closest physician's office, not more than three minutes away. Much to their dismay, however, when they arrived, there was a note on the door: WE ARE NOT TAKING ANY MORE PATIENTS FOR THE DAY.

      "I'm calling your pediatrician," Michelle said, helping Jessica back to the car for their twenty-minute drive to Decatur.

      She probably has the flu, Michelle told herself. There's nothing serious to worry about. Still, her maternal instinct was telling her to make sure.

      At the pediatrician's office, Michelle sat next to her daughter as she was prodded and probed. Jessica was given a throat culture, which made her sick to her stomach, and a flu test, the result of which was positive. Michelle's relief was tangible. The flu was no fun, but it was certainly manageable.

      With the doctor's recommendation of "liquids and plenty of rest," and a prescription for Tamiflu in hand, they drove home to put Jessica back in bed, where she'd recuperate for the next few days.

      But things didn't go exactly as planned. Jessica continued to vomit routinely, and Michelle and Talbot were worried that their daughter wasn't ingesting the medicine she needed to get better. They also feared that she would become severely dehydrated.

      Michelle called the doctor to explain the situation.

      "Don't give her anything else by mouth—no water, nothing," the pediatrician on call advised. "Just try to get her through the night and keep her as calm as you can. The flu has to run its course. You're in for a rough couple of days."

      Michelle was comforted again. We'll just watch her closely through the night and keep her siblings out of the room, so they don't contract this too, she reasoned.

      And that's just what they did. Talbot checked on his daughter every few hours, and, by Saturday morning, it seemed that Jessica was doing a little better.

      Michelle quietly went about her ironing, continuing to tackle the household duties she fretted would accumulate while she was in the hospital for her surgery. She knew Jessica would do whatever she could to assist, but she didn't want her to have to, especially when she'd be recovering from a bad bout of the flu.

      "Mom! Mom!" Jessica's voice interrupted the silence.

      "I'm coming, baby. I'm on my way." Michelle called out, rushing to her ailing daughter's room to find her sick to her stomach yet again. "Let's get you back into bed," she said once the vomiting had ceased. "You're going to feel better real soon."

      As she helped Jessica—wearing only a short nightshirt and underwear—roll onto her side, Michelle spotted a quarter-sized bruise on the side of her hip.

      "Jess, did you run into something and hurt your hip? How did you get this bruise?" she asked, motioning to the mark.

      "Mom, I haven't done anything. I don't know how I got it," she replied faintly.

      Michelle began to examine her body. There were small purple spots everywhere. "I'll be right back, baby. I'm going to call Daddy."

      Hastily, she dialed Talbot, who'd run into work to pick up a FedEx package—a special gift for Jessica's boyfriend that had arrived at the last minute. "There's something more going on with Jessica than the flu. Hurry home."

      Within the hour, Talbot and Michelle were rushing their daughter to the hospital while she fell in and out of consciousness in the backseat. Forty-five minutes later, in the emergency room, the doctor finally arrived, checked Jessica's vitals, and asked a series of questions. The doctor then stepped out of the room to confer with a colleague, and when he returned twenty minutes later—wearing gloves and a mask—he had tears in his eyes.

      "We're going to have to move her to a children's hospital in Birmingham," he said.
      "That's two hours away!" Michelle was troubled.

      "We're almost certain that she has meningitis. We're starting her on the strongest antibiotics we have to help her fight this. Anybody that's been around her also has to go on antibiotics." His voice cracked. "Mr. and Mrs. Elkins, your daughter is very sick. Sometimes kids don't pull through this."

      Michelle began sobbing as Talbot comforted her in his embrace.

      "We're going to do everything we can to save her."

      Paralyzed with shock and pain, Michelle and Talbot drove the two hours to Birmingham, while Jessica was transported by helicopter. Once they'd arrived, the nurse handed Michelle her daughter's ring.

      "We had to take off all her jewelry, so you hold on to this," she said, offering a sympathetic pat on the arm. Michelle slipped the ring onto her finger and began to cry. What was going on? Jessica had the flu. Just the flu. Not meningitis. Not something that could take their sweet baby away.

      By the Sunday before Christmas, in the Intensive Care Unit, Jessica was diagnosed with pneumonia, and as her condition worsened, doctors were forced to insert a breathing tube down her throat, in order to give her lungs a chance to rest.

      The following day, her kidneys began to fail, and it became clear that they could very well shut down altogether.

      As Michelle and Talbot road the roller coaster that had become their life—and the life of their fifteen-year-old daughter—they tried desperately to hold on to their faith.

      On Christmas Day the Elkinses' immediate and extended families gathered at the hospital for lunch. Michelle wept inconsolably, terrified that her daughter might not live to see her sixteenth birthday.

      Later that afternoon, the Elkinses listened intently as a dozen hospital staffers discussed Jessica's fate—how they could wean her off the breathing tube, if they could wean her off it at all.

      "It's going to be a long process," the doctor said, furrowing his brow.

      A long process we can deal with—just don't let her leave us, Michelle prayed, leaning down to stroke her daughter's ice-cold face and warm her frozen appendages. She was all too aware that one of the consequences of meningitis was a loss of limbs. But that was the least of her worries. All she wanted—needed—was for her precious baby girl to endure.

      Minutes later, though, Jessica's blood pressure began to spike, shooting up and down like a yo-yo, and, all of the sudden, there was little movement in her once-vibrant eyes. The doctors hurried in, asking Michelle and Talbot to remain outside for what seemed like the longest and most agonizing wait of their lives.

      "She's started suffering mini strokes," the doctor finally reported. "The left side of her brain has been severely damaged." As Talbot and Michelle processed this heartbreaking news, Jessica continued to experience more strokes, leaving her brain entirely inactive.

      Over the course of the next twenty-four hours, 400 of Jessica's friends gathered at the hospital to bid farewell to the "perfect teenager" they'd once loved and admired.

      And, by the afternoon of December 26, 2007, Talbot and Michelle had turned their beloved child over to the arms of God, where they believed she'd spend eternity, safe and happy.

      The grieving process that followed was fraught with pain and anguish for the entire Elkins clan. The members of their community and beyond rallied around them with unconditional support. Jessica's friends designed a T-shirt in her honor, to raise money for meningitis awareness. Their friends donated money to ease the burden of medical expenses, and organized a walk that brought in over $10,000. There were also two college scholarships formed in Jessica's name.

      Perhaps the most touching acknowledgment of all, though, was when the city of Athens, Alabama, declared September 23, Jessica's birthday, "Meningitis Awareness Day"—a designation the benevolent teenager would have been proud of.

      Despite the outpouring of support, Michelle and Talbot needed to find their own ways to mourn their unthinkable loss. Michelle began attending meningitis conferences and championing her new cause as a means of managing her heartache. She knew Jessica would want her to help save the lives of others. Talbot took a different approach. He turned to Facebook, the social networking site his daughter had been entranced by, and—with the help of his brother, Keith—started a Facebook group called "In Memory of Jessica Elkins."

      Within the first six days, the group had attracted over 1,000 members. Encouraged, they also designed a "cause page," which read:

      This is a public awareness site to urge parents to vaccinate their children in memory of 15-year-old Jessica Elkins, of Athens, Alabama, who died of bacterial meningitis on December 26, 2007. The purpose of this cause is to help spread the word about the dangers of meningitis, and to educate parents on available vaccines that may help save their child.


      Overseeing both groups became a coping mechanism for Talbot, who, today, provides updates to nearly 6,000 members, collectively, across the globe.

      What's helped him the most, however, has been the practice of sending daily Facebook messages to his daughter—even though said messages will never be answered—and to communicate, as well, via Facebook with her many friends.

      "I've been writing Facebook notes to my daughter every day for two years," Talbot confides. "And I'll never stop. It's my way of keeping our connection alive and maintaining my faith."

      Michelle, who's now a Facebook member as well, and, to this day, wears Jessica's ring, recounts the tender tale that has, in part, allowed her to persevere: "A few years ago, Jessica attended a church function with her youth group. Recently, I found out that on that trip, while chatting with friends, my beautiful daughter spoke these words: 'I just can't wait to get to heaven—to see what it's like there.' "

      Michelle pauses, smiling wistfully. "All this time, I've known where she is, and how she is, but to know she couldn't wait to get there has afforded me a true sense of peace."


      Emily, the author of "Facebook Fairytales," continues to share inspirational stories on the book's Facebook Page.


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    • by Sara Lannin on Thursday, April 15, 2010 at 4:34pm
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Many children find starting at a new school intimidating and foreign, but few experience this phenomenon to the degree of Mili Thaker. In 1994, during her transition from elementary to middle school, Mili's family relocated from Charleston, S.C., to Nairobi, Kenya.

      ...Initially rebellious about the move, young Mili soon grew to love her new home. Unfortunately, the family's stay was short-lived, and after only three years she said goodbye to her life in Africa and returned to South Carolina.

      "While in Nairobi, I made so many friends," said Mili, "but at that time, the Internet was not popular in Kenya and we only exchanged addresses and phone numbers."

      Little did she know she would one day regain contact with her Kenyan classmates on Facebook.

      Mili reunites with a Nairobi Academy friend.
      Even if Mili's friends from Africa had tried to remain in contact with her, it would have been a difficult feat. After an exchange program in Finland, a summer in Paris, college in Boston and a brief stint in Rome after graduation, Mili was a citizen of the world more than a resident of one country. However, she found that "despite the many experiences that I had gone through, I frequently thought about my friends in Kenya, wondering what they were doing now and where they were."

      Mili first joined Facebook as a student at Boston University in 2004, but it wasn't until years later—once the site gained international popularity—that she found a group had been created for Nairobi Academy the Kenyan school she had attended.

      "Tons of us reunited because of the group, and now we keep in touch on a weekly basis," Mili said.

      Though she calls New York City her permanent home (for now), Mili remains an avid traveler thanks to invites from her Facebook friends. After visiting former schoolmates at their homes in Australia, she intends to travel widely to visit others.

      For the ability to keep her connected with her internationally dispersed friends, Mili said: "I can't explain in words how grateful I am to Facebook."


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communications team, is looking for her former classmates from Concord Elementary School in Edina, Minn.
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    • by Emily Liebert on Monday, April 12, 2010 at 3:58pm
      The following is the first in a series of excerpts we're publishing from the new book "Facebook Fairytales: Modern-Day Miracles to Inspire the Human Spirit." This chapter tells the story of sisters reuniting through Facebook after decades apart.


      It was 1961, in the small town of Dunkirk, New York, on the shores of Lake Erie, when Linda and Buddy Balzer welcomed their first child into the world—a baby girl named Deb. Two years later, their second daughter, Renee, was born.

      ...Three years after that, they decided to split up. At the time, nobody really talked about divorce, especially in the predominantly Catholic area where the Balzers resided. It was one of those taboo subjects that parents of the '60s generation generally swept under the rug with the rest of their family crises. And once Deb's mother had been excommunicated from the Church for this very reason, there was even further motive to maintain a low profile.

      By 1972, Deb's father—whom she rarely communicated with—was already remarried with a third child—a daughter, Stacy, whom Deb knew nothing of. Shortly thereafter, Buddy's second marriage ended, and his contact with all three of his girls dwindled. Everyone went on with their lives, the Balzer girls being raised predominantly by their respective mothers—Deb and Renee together, Stacy on her own. None of them spoke of their father.

      Life continued on like this until Deb was fourteen, when her curiosity got the best of her, and she showed up on Buddy's doorstep to confirm he hadn't passed away. After all, she hadn't heard from him in years—anything could have happened—and she had to see for herself that he was alive and well, even if he didn't want a close relationship with her.

      It was then that Buddy informed Deb of his third daughter, Stacy. Deb had only met her twice, when she was still an infant, but from this point on, she knew she had a second sister out there somewhere.

      Because of the era in which they were raised, and the fact that they were so young, Deb, Renee, and Stacy remained apart, leading separate lives into adulthood.

      Twelve years later, on February 15, 1992, Deb received heartbreaking news. Her father had died at the age of fifty-two, and she had been named his next of kin. Now living in Minnesota, just under a thousand miles away from her New York roots, Deb flew home for the funeral, as did her sister Renee, from her family's home in Wilmington, North Carolina. They knew there was this sister, Stacy—eleven and nine years their junior respectively—but they hadn't the faintest idea of how to reach her. Did she even know her father had passed away?

      Deb decided to write Stacy's mother a letter:

      My name is Deb Balzer, and I'm your daughter Stacy's older half-sister—born to Buddy and Linda Balzer in 1961. She also has a sister Renee, who's two years younger than me. Incidentally, Stacy and Renee share the same middle name—Lyn—as does Renee's only daughter, Alex Lyn.

      Maybe Stacy will someday want to know that she has sisters. If so, please tell her that she's welcome to be in touch. We'd love to connect with her after all this time.


      Deb did not receive a response. In her heart and mind, she realized that perhaps Stacy's mother had never told Stacy about her lineage, or that she had two sisters. Maybe she'd been raised by a stepfather and didn't even know who Buddy Balzer was. Not wanting to shake the apple tree, Deb abandoned hope and went on with her life—still with a small void that would likely remain empty.

      Seventeen years passed. Then one day, in early 2009, Deb—a PR and marketing manager for the Animal Humane Society—was sitting in her office at work, deciding whether or not to take the plunge and join Facebook. She'd been hearing about it constantly in the news, and from her colleagues and friends. She had checked out some of the other social networking sites but found they weren't her style. Facebook, she noticed, seemed more closely targeted to her generation. So, she signed up, making sure that her privacy settings were airtight. She just wanted to get her feet wet, not dive in headfirst, and if she could search for other people without anyone being able to find her, that was good enough to start.

      It was the year of Deb's thirtieth high school reunion—one of her incentives for joining Facebook in the first place—and as she searched the site for her former classmates, she came across the name of a girl she remembered fondly—Rosalie Gambino. Rosalie, Deb recalled, had been the first person who'd reached out to her when she'd been a new student at Fredonia High School, and they'd promptly become good friends.

      Deb sent her first "friend request" to Rosalie, and progressed with her investigation. What was the point in being on Facebook, she reasoned, if she wasn't going to connect with people? She was apt to receive nothing more than some quick "catch-up" messages, and that was fine with Deb.

      On the evening of January 22, the eldest sister of three received a note from her former friend Rosalie:

      Deb,

      I got this message from a girl named Stacy Balzer today. She said she's looking for you, but can't find you on Facebook. You can do what you want with it. Let me know if I can help. The message is pasted below.

      Rosalie

      Hello, Rosalie—

      This is going to sound insane, but I did a Web search on Deb Balzer, and found that she'd posted a comment to the Fredonia High School site right after yours, which referenced Facebook. Then I went on Facebook and noticed that she's one of your friends, though I can't find her. Do you know if she deleted her profile?

      I would really truly and greatly appreciate your help! You see, Deb is my half-sister. I haven't seen her since I was about one year old. I've been trying to find her and my other sister Renee for many years, with no luck.

      I would never ask you to give out her information, but could you maybe let her know I'm on Facebook and would love some contact? I really hate imposing like this, but I thought, Hey! Facebook! Networking site! Maybe this avenue could work!

      You really have no idea what it would mean to me . . .

      Stacy Balzer


      Deb read each word repeatedly—her heart sprinting—and thought, I have to find this girl! She immediately searched "Stacy Balzer" on Facebook and wrote to her:

      Hello,

      Are you the daughter of Sheila and Buddy Balzer? If so, I am your sister, Deb, and I would love to hear from you. If I have the wrong Stacy, my apologies.

      Thank you,
      Deb


      Moments later, Deb had her answer:

      Hello, Deb!

      I am :) YAY for Facebook!

      I swear, I cried yesterday afternoon when I found that nice Christmas card you sent me after Buddy passed away. Sorry, but I've never called him Dad, and actually never even knew what he looked like until about seven years ago when one of my aunts died and I was going through her photo albums. At that time I was just too shocked I guess, too hurt, too young to respond. And since then I've tried to find you through the Internet.

      I don't know if you would like a "relationship" or not, but I would love to have my sisters in my life, finally. I feel like we missed out on so many things. Yes, mostly because of my mom and her not wanting me to have contact with Buddy, but I would really, really like to be a part, no matter how small, of your life!

      Okay, here I go crying again! These 30-something hormones are for the birds, I swear!

      Stacy


      Still in shock, Deb called her sister Renee to fill her in. And, before long, Deb and Stacy were communicating, not only via Facebook, but also over the phone. At first, Deb was nervous that they'd have nothing to say. Just because we're related by blood, doesn't mean we're going to like each other, Deb reasoned. But her fear was laid to rest instantly when she and Stacy hit it off like best girlfriends. And, every Sunday for the ensuing months, the three chatted frequently, updating each other on their lives to date.

      In May, having had her fill of the long-distance relationship, Deb decided it was time for a belated reunion.

      "You know, we can sit and talk all the time," she said, during their weekly call. "But wouldn't it be better to get together? Why don't you two come here for a short weekend over the summer?"

      The response from her sisters was favorable, and Deb took her plan one step further.

      "Why don't we make it a holiday weekend? Say, the Fourth of July? If all else fails, at least we can go see the fireworks together!"

      Everyone was in agreement. Stacy would fly in from Montrose, Colorado, on the third, and Renee would arrive the next morning from North Carolina. They could barely wait the two months before seeing each other.

      On July 3, at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport, Deb waited at the gate, anxious to reunite with the sister she hadn't seen for nearly forty years. And when the door opened, Stacy ran toward Deb, embracing her, as the two laughed and cried simultaneously. That day and night, everywhere they went—from the shops to the Japanese restaurant—they shared their story with anyone who'd listen.

      "We're sisters and we just re-met! No, really, we haven't seen each other in almost four decades. Can you believe it?"

      Back at Deb's house that evening, she showed Stacy family photo albums she'd never known existed, and even presented her with her birth certificate—all of which had been given to Deb when their father had passed away. They didn't discuss what had happened to separate them all those years ago, but they both took solace in the fact that—despite Buddy's absence in their lives—their father had obviously loved them very much.

      The following morning, Deb and Stacy headed back to the airport for a second reunion—at least for Stacy—with Renee. Deb, the mother hen of the bunch, was worried that her sisters might not hit it off, Stacy being more effusively affectionate, and Renee being traditionally more reserved. Not to mention the fact that Renee's non-tech-savvy existence had meant she'd communicated with Stacy less frequently.

      But, as soon as Stacy and Renee met, Deb realized her concern had been unnecessary.

      As they huddled close together, Renee laughed, saying, "I'm the tallest," standing at five-foot-three to Stacy's five feet and Deb's five-foot-two and three-quarters. The three sisters spent the rest of their short time together gossiping, sharing boisterous meals, celebrating with friends at a July 4th cookout, and—on Sunday—catching a matinee of Cirque du Soleil's "Kooza."

      As the weekend came to a close, Deb, Renee, and Stacy were reluctant to part ways. It had taken so long for them to reunite—the last thing they wanted to do was to splinter off again. "Let's do this next July Fourth, too," Renee declared. "It doesn't mean we can't see each other beforehand, but this will be our annual commitment. And you'll all come to North Carolina to visit me and my husband and our kids. Remember, Stacy's not only a sister; she's an aunt!"

      These days, Deb—who has nearly 300 Facebook friends and has opened up her page so anyone can find her—is relishing her role as the oldest of three girls. "We all text each other at least five times a day, even Renee, who doesn't have e-mail!" she reveals. "Truly, the best part of all of this, though, was seeing my two younger sisters hit it off so easily."

      And, when July 4th rolls around again, and again, and again...one thing's for sure—you'll find the Balzer sisters together, no matter where they are.


      Emily, the author of "Facebook Fairytales," continues to share inspirational stories on the book's Facebook Page.


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    • by Ada Luz Restrepo Caicedo on Wednesday, March 31, 2010 at 11:27am
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      A few years ago, Daniel Eley was backpacking in Latin America. Now, he is paralyzed from the shoulders down. After a life-changing injury, Dan has experienced what his sister Bridget calls "a revolution in human kindness" made possible through Facebook.

      ...Dan knew that he wanted to return to Latin America after first backpacking the Andes Mountains a few years ago. He didn't want to go back for the backpacking but to help those in need. That's why in 2007, Dan joined the non-profit Casa Alianza in Guatemala City to work with street children. He initially spent one year working in El Salvador, Brazil and Venezuela, and then last year went to Colombia to continue working for this cause.

      On Jan. 1 of this year, while swimming in a river on the Colombian border with Brazil during his latest trip, Dan hit a rock and broke three of his vertebrae.

      "He was four hours from death by the time he had been air ambulanced to la Clinica del Country in Bogotá," said his mother, Carolyn Eley. "He died three times and suffered terrible bedsores, one of which is still healing."

      Despite the care he received in Colombia, Dan had to be transported to an intensive rehabilitation center in his hometown of Buckinghamshire, England. The cost of the air ambulance was approximately $130,000.

      A good friend of the family, Diana Clift, decided to start a Facebook group called "Help Dan" with the sole purpose of helping Dan's friends and family communicate with him. However, no one expected that the idea would turn out to be a lifesaver. The page started on Jan. 3 with just a few friends from the U.K. who wanted to connect with Dan and soon rocketed to almost 9,000 members. The positive messages weren't the only thing that helped Dan get through this tragedy.



      Members of the "Help Dan" group from all over the world, many of whom don't even know Dan, raised more than $160,000. Dan is now recovering from a bedsore in the Stoke Mandeville spinal rehabilitation unit in Buckinghamshire and recently began breathing without a ventilator.

      "This 'Help Dan' campaign has now made Dan feel that his life is important, although he is terribly injured, at a time when he came close to giving up," said Carolyn, adding that Facebook is now the only way Dan communicates with his friends and "well-wishers" in Latin America and around the world.


      Ada, an analyst on Facebook's Spanish user operations team, is looking for other inspiring Facebook stories.

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      Trabajador social vive "una revolución de la bondad humana"


      El siguiente artículo es parte de la serie "Tus historias" sobre las diferentes maneras en que Facebook se utiliza alrededor del mundo. Si tienes una historia que te gustaría compartir con nosotros, por favor envíala aquí.


      Hace unos años, el joven inglés Daniel Eley se encontraba de viaje en Latinoamérica. En la actualidad, está tetrapléjico. Tras un accidente que le cambió la vida, Dan ha experimentado lo que su hermana Bridget llama "una revolución de la bondad humana", posible gracias a Facebook.

      Dan sabía que tras recorrer la cordillera de Los Andes hace algunos años, su destino era regresar a América Latina. Sin embargo, no quería volver como turista, sino para ayudar a quienes más lo necesitan. Así fue como en el 2007, Dan se unió a la organización sin fines de lucro "Casa Alianza" de la Ciudad de Guatemala para trabajar con niños de la calle. Dan trabajó después durante un año en El Salvador, Brasil y Venezuela, y el año pasado arribó a Colombia para continuar con su labor en esta causa.

      Sin embargo, el primero de enero de este año, mientras se encontraba nadando en un río cerca de la frontera con Brasil, Dan chocó contra una roca, se quebró tres vértebras y quedó paralizado del cuello hacia abajo. "Para cuando lo trasladaron por ambulancia aérea a la Clínica del Country en Bogotá le quedaban cuatro horas de vida", comenta su madre, Carolyn Eley. Añade que Dan "murió tres veces y sufrió terribles úlceras cutáneas por pasar tanto tiempo en la cama, una de las cuales todavía no ha sanado".

      A pesar del cuidado médico que recibió en Colombia, Dan tuvo que ser transportado a un centro de rehabilitación intensiva de su ciudad natal, en el condado inglés de Buckinghamshire. El costo de la ambulancia aérea rondó los $130.000 dólares.

      Diana Clift, amiga de la familia Eley, decidió iniciar un grupo llamado "Help Dan" con el único propósito de permitir que los amigos y familiares de Dan pudieran comunicarse con él. No obstante, lo que nadie se esperaba era que esta idea se convirtiera en su salvación. La página empezó a funcionar el 3 de enero de este año con sólo unos amigos del Reino Unido que querían contactar con Dan, pero pronto se convirtió en una red de casi 9.000 miembros. Aun así, los mensaje de apoyo no fueron lo único que ayudó a Dan a sobrellevar esta tragedia.



      Los miembros del grupo "Help Dan" provenientes de diferentes partes del mundo, muchos de los cuales ni siquiera le conocían, recaudaron más de $160.000 dólares. Dan se recupera ahora de una úlcera cutánea en la unidad de rehabilitación de lesiones vertebrales del hospital Stoke Mandeville, en Buckinghamshire, y hace sólo unos días que ha empezado a respirar por sí mismo.

      "A pesar de su terrible lesión, la campaña 'Help Dan' ha hecho que Dan sienta que la vida es importante en un momento en que estuvo a punto de renunciar a ella", recuerda Carolyn, añadiendo también que Facebook es ahora el único medio que Dan usa para comunicarse con sus amigos y con aquellos que, desde Latinomérica y el resto del mundo, le escriben para desearle que se mejore.


      Ada, analista del equipo de operaciones de usuarios en español de Facebook, busca más historias tan inspiradoras como ésta.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Friday, March 5, 2010 at 10:01am
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      David Slade's fiancée Kelly was the first to find the lost little dog. Standing in the driveway on her way to shop for wedding dresses in January, Kelly was surprised when the disoriented animal cheerfully ran up to her. Kelly brought the pup, which she nicknamed "Mouse," inside from the incoming rainstorm to play with her and David's own dogs. She left David to begin... searching for the owner of the lost pet alone.

      Neither Kelly nor David could have guessed that Facebook would play an integral role in the effort to reunite Mouse with his family.

      The dog was wearing a collar, but no tags, leaving David unsure where to begin his search for the owner. Initially, he pursued traditional methods by calling the neighborhood vet and the Humane Society, leaving a phone number and a description of Mouse in case anyone had called to inquire. Once the storm clouds parted, he even went door-to-door in the area surrounding his home, but was frustrated when he realized that many neighbors owned similar small white dogs and all of them seemed to be accounted for.

      The following day, David knew it was time to take a different approach. Fortunately, his neighborhood of Hillcrest, a small, older area within Little Rock, Ark., has an active Facebook Page with nearly 2,500 fans. David posted a photo of Mouse, along with the following short message to the Page's Wall.



      Amazingly, within only a few hours, a woman named Lin Chan commented: "That's our TYSON! Thank you!"

      Lin had been alerted to David's post by a phone call from a friend who had seen the post. "I quickly logged onto Facebook and was relieved and in disbelief when I saw Tyson's photo posted by David," Chan said. "My son, who is 4, actually cried when he saw the photo because he 'wanted Tyson home now'."

      David and Kelly quickly contacted Lin after they saw her comment, and their Mouse, who was actually Tyson, was returned to the arms of Lin and her two sons in no time. During the search, David remembered a cell phone commercial he'd seen, where a picture of a lost dog is sent around town by text message and leads to the dog being returned to his owner.

      "I remember thinking 'if only it were that easy,'" David said. "Turns out it is."


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communications team, wishes she and her roommate could adopt a lost puppy.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Friday, February 19, 2010 at 8:43am
      The following is part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Many people dream of dropping everything and setting out on the open road, but few actually make this dream a reality. Looking for a fresh start, Lindol French of Menlo Park, Calif., left his job and apartment before setting off on what would become a 36-state, 22,000-mile, 138-day road trip across the United States.

      ...Along the way, he discovered that Facebook became both his journal for sharing his adventures as well as his guidebook for discovering the best places to visit.

      Aside from occasionally meeting friends for events such as Chicago's Lollapalooza festival or an Ole Miss football game, Lindol traveled alone. Yet, using Facebook, he always felt in touch with his close friends and family as well as the acquaintances he made during his journey.

      Inevitably, the majority of Lindol's Facebook posts during his trip centered on his whereabouts and the unique experiences he'd accumulated. Through these updates Lindol's friends and family, especially his father in South Africa, were able to keep up with his progress, view pictures of his adventures and read his thoughts on the places he traveled.

      The friends Lindol was making on the road were also interested in following his trail, so he began handing out old business cards and inviting people to find him on Facebook. He went through his cards so quickly that he soon had to make new ones specifically for this purpose.

      Early in his voyage, Lindol realized that his friends made Facebook as valuable a travel guide as it was a tool for documentation.

      "I had a wealth of knowledge at my fingertips, and their knowledge of the country proved invaluable," Lindol said of his Facebook friends. "I relied on Facebook more than I did my guidebooks, maps--more than anything except for the local knowledge of the people I met along the way."

      Lindol with a local blues legend in Clarksdale, Miss.


      For example, after posting that he was in Mississippi, Lindol received a tip from his best friend's sister that he must stop in Clarksdale for a pulled-pork sandwich at Abe's BBQ. He enjoyed the historic blues town, not to mention the sandwich, so much that he extended his stay long enough to befriend many of the locals, attend a true blues performance and watch the sun set from the porch of an old plantation.

      "It was one of the best nights of my entire trip," said Lindol, "and it was a place I'd never have found in a million years had it not been for Facebook."

      Now back in Menlo Park, Lindol is finishing his travel journal, with thoughts of turning it into a book or possibly a screenplay. However, even as he reflects upon his past adventure, he's also in the formative stages of planning the next one. His prediction: "Facebook will play an integral role, for sure."


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communication team, feels inspired to to take a road trip.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Friday, February 12, 2010 at 10:40am
      As part of our "Your Stories" series on different ways Facebook is used around the world, we are featuring stories in celebration of Valentine's Day this Sunday from people who found love and nurtured romances on Facebook. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Love on the Wall


      After an unexpected divorce, Jenece Whitted was discouraged by the prospect of finding love again. She decided in February 2009 to post a status update on Facebook voicing her frustration with the "game" of dating, and she was surprised... when an old friend from elementary school, Adam, commented in agreement. The two began chatting on Facebook, discussing Adam's talent as a comics artist and which strips he thought were appropriate for Jenece's 7-year-old son.
      The finale from Adam's comic.
      Chatting soon led to texting, which led to talking on the phone, and before a week had passed Adam had booked a flight from California to Arizona to visit. It was love at first sight for Jenece, as well as her two sons, who were thrilled with Adam's knowledge of Star Wars and Super-Heroes. Adam moved to Arizona at the end of May, and in September he found a unique way to pop the question.

      "I woke up in the morning and checked Facebook like I always do," said Jenece, who noticed a new picture on Adam's Wall. "I clicked on it, thinking he had just drawn another comic."

      This was no ordinary picture, though; it was Adam's proposal.

      "I read it and when I turned to look at him he had the ring out…it was so sweet," recalls Jenece. "He is definitely one in a million!"

      The two are planning a June 2010 wedding.


      High School Reunion


      After his wife of 33 years passed away in January 2009, Mike Sullivan joined Facebook hoping to reconnect with old running buddies and friends who could help him overcome his grief. Little did he know that he would find more than friendship.

      After recognizing a woman he went to high school with, named Terri, Mike began exchanging messages with her on Facebook about old memories and their lives since high school. Terri, who had been divorced for four years, lived in a town only about three hours from Mike, and one day they agreed to meet halfway in Ranger, Texas.
      Terri and Mike
      "We sat in my truck for about five hours talking about old times, looking at the high school annuals she brought," Mike said. "When we decided it was time for us to go, I kissed her and knew there was a very special connection between us. I smiled all the way back home."

      Today, Mike credits Terri with helping him cope from the loss of his wife, saying he would have had a much harder time without her there for support. It will be even easier for Mike to be by Terri's side in March, when he plans to move to her town and begin a new job. For this couple, there is a lot to look forward to this Valentine's Day.


      Fire Drill Romance


      On the evening of Nov. 6, 2008, Kate Lovett was in the middle of a theology exam at Brigham Young University. Suddenly, the fire alarms sounded, requiring her and the entire testing center to evacuate.

      Though the timing was less than ideal, Kate's misfortune was lessened when she met a handsome stranger during the drill—a fellow student whose transportation engineering exam also was interrupted. When everyone returned indoors, Kate parted ways with her new acquaintance.
      Kate and Alexander
      "I knew I wanted to get to know him better, but all I had was his first name, hometown and major," she said.

      To Kate's delight and surprise, she was able to find him on Facebook immediately after her exam ended. Although Kate checked out his profile, she didn't attempt to connect with him further until several months later. She finally sent him a Facebook message asking him to go to lunch the following day. Thankfully, he agreed, and the two began dating soon afterward.

      Kate is happy to say that because of Facebook, and a pesky fire alarm, she can now call that handsome engineering student her husband.


      Sara is an intern on Facebook's communications team.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Friday, January 22, 2010 at 12:58pm
      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. You can read previous posts in this series here. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Nobody likes to lose a valuable item—be it a wedding ring down the disposal or a pair of shoes forgotten under a hotel bed. Even more frustrating, though, is the loss of a camera: Not only is the object itself gone, but so too are the irreplaceable memories captured on it.

      ...Knowing that frustration, Danny Cameron set out on a quest through Facebook to find the owner of a lost camera he found along the side of the road while vacationing on the Greek island of Mykonos last summer.

      "In theory, with six degrees of separation, the whole world can be reached," said Danny, of Sydney, Australia. "I decided to see whether the world of online resources could track down the owner."

      With that goal in mind, Danny started the Facebook group "Needle in a haystack". He uploaded photos from the camera to the group, with the hope that members would recognize someone they know among the strangers.



      The group, which started on Oct. 17, grew virally as members faithfully invited others and posted notes of encouragement and thanks to one another for their attempted good deed. Within two weeks, the group ballooned to 235,000 people strong.

      On the morning of Nov. 3, Danny received a Facebook message with astonishing news—his social experiment had worked. Some of the people in the photos recognized themselves, explaining that they were tourists who had been in Mykonos the day before Danny. The camera's owner, they revealed, was a woman living on the coast of France. Amazed at the human chain that had been created to find her, the woman was ecstatic to retrieve her missing item.

      As for Danny, the success of his campaign led to a newfound respect for the power of social connections and human kindness.

      "My simple act found that it is possible to be a noncommercial, nondenominational person just performing a random act of kindness, and I was happy to find (nearly) 250,000 other people who shared that philosophy," he remarked. "If the whole online community could be optimistic, full of hope and good will, then the possibilities for our capabilities would know no bounds."


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communications team, is keeping her camera close while skiing in Lake Tahoe
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    • by Sara Lannin on Monday, January 11, 2010 at 4:26pm
      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. You can read previous posts in this series here. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Could a chemical compound found in a common insect, the maggot, have the potential to kill many types of dangerous bacteria? For the past year and a half, four high school students have worked to answer this question by collaborating on a research project using Facebook.

      ...The students aren't a typical scientific team. Joanne Guidry and Robbie Daitzman are high-school seniors in Washington, D.C., while their partners on the project, Troy Tan Sheng En and Darren Choo, are students across the globe in Singapore. With several thousand miles between them, the four young scientists have used Facebook extensively to keep in touch and share their results.

      Although the students started merely as academic partners, they have also become close friends. In October of 2008, a month after beginning the project, Troy and Darren visited the American students to work out the details of their procedures as well as to experience cultural traditions like trick-or-treating. Anxious to be reunited again, the Americans planned a reciprocal visit to Singapore for the following summer, when they presented their research findings in front of a panel of Singaporean judges.

      During the 10 months in between visits, Joanne said the students used Facebook Chat extensively as "an effortless venue for communication about our project, our day, ourselves—anything and everything. Facebook helped to bridge the gap, and made it feel a little less like we were living halfway around the world."

      Upon their arrival in Singapore, Joanne and Robbie worked tirelessly with Troy and Darren to finalize their presentation—effort that was well worth it when the team received top scores and took home the second-place prize.

      After celebrating with sightseeing and shopping at Orchard Central, Singapore's famed 11-story mall, the foursome once again parted ways for home. However, through Facebook they continue to nurture their growing friendship. Joanne is particularly grateful for the ability to share photos and videos with both American and Singaporean friends.

      "My photos and videos are like an online scrapbook that I have access to wherever, whenever, with little blurbs and personal comments from the Singaporeans," Joanne said. "I love how I can just look back and reminisce."

      The significance of Joanne and Robbie's project goes beyond their successful identification of the peptide responsible for the maggots' interesting effects. Though the students' partnership started professionally, it has evolved into a unique and meaningful international friendship as well.


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communications team, is still not a fan of maggots.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Tuesday, December 29, 2009 at 2:23pm
      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. You can read previous posts in this series here. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Newly married Pellegrino Polo was in his mid-20s when his father decided to move their family from Italy to Netcong, N.J., in search of new opportunities. Eventually, his family saved enough money to start their own Italian restaurant, named after Pellegrino's father, Stefano. Pellegrino later decided to close the original restaurant in... order to open a new one in a better location, and for the past 19 years he's been successfully running Rose's Place, named after his mother.

      Pellegrino gets up at 4:30 every morning to open up the restaurant, where he works 7 days a week, 363 days a year. "Only on Christmas and Easter does he close the restaurant," said his son, Stefano. Despite his busy schedule, Pellegrino, now 56, has not forgotten the people he left behind in Italy.

      During his limited free time every evening, Pellegrino loves using Facebook to stay in touch with relatives, many of whom he has reconnected with after several decades apart. Every night he habitually checks the profiles of his Italian family and friends to see if they've updated their statuses, posted new notes, or shared links to interesting articles they've found on the Internet.
      Pellegrino Polo at Rose's Place
      He also loves looking at family pictures, some of which he prints out to display or show his mother, who misses life in Italy.
      Pellegrino loves using Facebook to stay in touch with relatives.

      Pellegrino's active Facebook presence has even allowed his children to connect with family members and distant relatives they've never met in person, some of whom are fairly distantly related.

      In addition to staying in touch with friends and family in Italy, Pellegrino uses a Facebook Page to connect with the patrons of Rose's Place. His customers regularly contribute ideas for menu additions, share memories from their times at the restaurant or write notes to the Polo family on the Facebook Page for Rose's Place. The results of Pellegrino's dedication to his restaurant can be seen in the comments.

      "I am a woman in a rush, and every morning the infamous Pellegrino has my breakfast waiting," wrote one customer. "His great service is just a little hint to all of you out there to go to Rose's Place…it's like eating with your family!"

      After starting from humble beginnings, Pellegrino Polo has built a successful life for himself and his family in New Jersey. With Facebook as a valuable link between his past and his future, he's able to stay connected to his roots in Italy while also building on the relationships that have made Rose's Place such a success.


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communications team, wants her father to create a Facebook account.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Tuesday, December 22, 2009 at 2:15pm
      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. This week, we are featuring stories about how people are connecting for the holidays. You can read previous posts in this series here. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      In December, when signs of Christmas become apparent everywhere in the U.S., it can be easy to forget about the numerous winter holidays that take place around the world. Amy Bridges, a teacher at an inner-city school in Indianapolis, wanted to change... that for her 7th and 8th grade students. Most had never left the city, let alone the state or country.

      Amy wanted to share global traditions with a more personal lesson than could be taught from the generic information in a teaching manual. She hoped to illustrate their importance using real-life stories from a variety of people who had direct experience with winter holidays.

      Amy reached out last year to friends and family through Facebook with a simple request. Explaining that she was trying to broaden her students' international horizons, she asked her friends to contribute stories about their experiences with winter celebrations and holidays from other cultures and countries. Their descriptions, she explained, would "provide wonderful, authentic discussion points for 12-to-15-year-old students." In no time, Amy had received several responses, giving her enough material to shape a lesson around their firsthand accounts.

      Thanks to her Facebook friends, Amy's class talked about various Jewish Hanukkah traditions, the Muslim celebration of Eid, and the evolution of the Yule holiday. They also learned about celebrations connected to the winter solstice, such as the tradition of Yalda that occurs in Iran, and numerous Japanese winter practices.

      Finally, Amy's students were curious to hear about the different ways Christmas was celebrated around the world, with one Facebook friend contributing stories of a snowless "summer Christmas" from New Zealand in the Southern Hemisphere.

      According to Amy, it's hard to tell whether she or her students enjoyed the lesson more. Although the kids were intrigued by the celebrations they discussed, Amy was inspired by the support she had received from her friends on Facebook.

      "As 'authenticity' becomes an education buzzword," she said, "Facebook is one place to easily gather information, anecdotes, and documented facts from 'experts'—if you're lucky enough to know them."


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communications team, has finished decorating her tree and is learning how to play dreidel.
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    • by Nikki M. Staubli on Friday, December 4, 2009 at 12:30pm
      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Read the previous blog post in this series here. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Marie* was expecting a typical day when she arrived at her advertising job one January day earlier this year. By the end, she was among the 15 percent of her company who had been laid off as part of a downsizing at the New York company. She was so devastated that she didn't have time to say goodbye to co-workers with whom she had shared so... many memories.

      Like millions of people, Marie faced the harsh reality of the current economic recession that has led to double-digit unemployment in the United States and many other countries. She looked to support from her friends, family and former co-workers — and she found it by logging onto Facebook.

      Facebook allowed her to reconnect with many of her former colleagues who had similarly lost their jobs, and they were able to support each other through a difficult time. Marie expected her first day without a job to be filled with sadness and isolation. Instead, she said she was greeted with well wishes and even job leads from previous co-workers and others who had been in similar situations.

      "This gave me a great sense of support and connection," Marie said, "As I gladly received wonderful messages and followed up on leads, I realized that this would not be possible without Facebook."

      One of those leads was for a marketing position, and Marie diligently followed up. Months later, on another day she thought would be typical, she received a job offer. Now she's working full-time and grateful for the support and advice of her friends. As Marie said, "Facebook really helped me stay connected, receive kind words, and indirectly secure employment."


      Nikki, a specialist on Facebook's user operations team, is grateful to have found her job through Facebook, too.

      *Marie is a pseudonym we used at the request of the Facebook user to protect her identity.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Thursday, October 1, 2009 at 1:57pm
      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Read the previous blog post in this series here. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Many people share a dream of one day owning their own business. For Yann Boyer of France, that dream became a reality thanks to a friendship that was rekindled on Facebook.

      ...In 2003, when Yann was about to graduate from an engineering school in Paris, he talked with his friend Gregory about starting their own company but they decided not to pursue the idea then. They instead were hired by two separate companies. Yann's job kept him in Paris, while Gregory moved to the south of France. By 2007, they had lost touch entirely.

      Then in early 2008, Yann joined Facebook looking for old classmates.



      Shortly after reconnecting with Gregory, Yann received a promising job opportunity at a new company. Through a status update, he shared the news: "I am going to resign in favor of new projects." To his surprise and excitement, the update prompted a reply from Gregory, who Yann said "immediately contacted me on Facebook telling me he also intended to leave his job for something new." After dozens of messages, the pair decided to take a risk and start the company they'd dreamt of when they were students.

      Today, the result of their Facebook reunion is a small but growing business. Their company, PROVIALINK, designs and develops websites. "Sales are growing," said Yann. And the pair recently hit an exciting milestone: the addition of their first employee.

      "At first, Facebook was just an entertaining tool," Yann said. "But quickly I realized how useful it could be, particularly to keep my contacts network active. Thanks to Facebook I have been able to set up a business. I use it every day."


      Sara, an intern on Facebook's communications team, is looking up her high school classmates.

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      Deux amis se retrouvent : une entreprise est née


      Cet article fait partie d'une série consacrée aux diverses façons d'utiliser Facebook dans le monde (découvrez l'article précédent de cette série). Vous avez votre propre histoire ? Contactez-nous.


      Nombreux sont ceux qui rêvent de créer leur propre entreprise. Pour Yann Boyer, ce rêve est devenu réalité grâce à une amitié retrouvée sur Facebook.

      En 2003, alors que Yann allait terminer ses études d'ingénieur à Paris, il discuta avec son ami Gregory de son idée de monter leur propre entreprise, sans pour autant mener cette idée à terme. Au lieu de cela, ils ont commencé à travailler, chacun pour un employeur distinct. Yann est resté à Paris, alors que Gregory a déménagé dans le sud de la France. En 2007, ils s'étaient perdus de vue.

      C'est au début de l'année 2008 que Yann a rejoint Facebook en espérant trouver d'anciens camarades.



      Puis, peu de temps après avoir retrouvé Gregory, Yann a eu vent d'un poste intéressant dans une nouvelle entreprise. Il a donc mis son statut à jour : « Je quitte mon boulot pour me lancer dans de nouveaux projets. » C'est à sa grande surprise qu'il a reçu une réponse de Gregory, qui lui indiquait qu'il comptait également démissionner pour quelque chose de nouveau. Après un échange d'une dizaine de messages, ils ont décidé de prendre un risque et de lancer l'entreprise dont ils rêvaient lorsqu'ils étaient étudiants.

      Aujourd'hui, le résultat de leur réunion sur Facebook est une petite entreprise prometteuse, PROVIALINK, agence de conception et de développement de sites web. « Nos ventes sont à la hausse » indique Yann. Nos deux compères ont également atteint un jalon important : leur premier employé.

      « Au début, Facebook était simplement un outil sympa et divertissant » nous dit Yann. « Mais j'ai vite réalisé son utilité, même professionnelle. C'est grâce à Facebook que j'ai pu monter mon entreprise. Je l'utilise tous les jours. »


      Sara, une stagiaire de l'équipe Communication de Facebook, est à la recherche de ses camarades de classe.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Tuesday, August 25, 2009 at 4:36pm
      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Read the previous blog post in this series here. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Moving to another country can be a difficult challenge for anyone, but leaving behind one's friends and familiar surroundings is particularly hard as a first-time mother affected by postnatal depression. When faced with this scenario in 2006, Carly Gardiner of the United Kingdom turned to Facebook to draw support from other mothers living... around her new home.

      Carly had moved from the capital city of Scotland, Edinburgh, to Yeovil, a small town in Somerset, England, located nearly eight hours to the south by car. After connecting with a few local mothers in the area, she began to overcome some of her feelings of loneliness and isolation of being in a new place. Eager to foster relationships with her new friends, Carly created a Facebook group to coordinate informal events with her fellow "Yeovil Mums and Mummies to Be." The fledgling group originally had just six members, but quickly blossomed into a forum of advice and support for more than 227 women.

      Today, the group holds a variety of events for mothers and their children in the Yeovil area, including weekly trivia gatherings, live chats, charity events, nights out for mothers and fun days for kids. The success of the original "Mums and Mummies to Be" group has resulted in the creation of two additional groups devoted to specific interest areas — one for diet and exercise, and another that hosts a baby-of-the-month contest.

      With millions of mothers like Carly joining Facebook, we continue to be inspired by the ingenious and meaningful ways they foster real-life connections with the people around them


      Sara, an intern on the communications team, is sending her mom a message on Facebook.
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    • by Sara Lannin on Wednesday, July 29, 2009 at 11:54am
      Der folgende Text ist Teil unserer Serie über die weltweit unterschiedliche Nutzung von Facebook. Du kannst die vorhergegangenen Blogeinträge dieser Serie hier lesen. Solltest du eine Geschichte kennen, die du uns gerne mitteilen möchtest, dann reiche sie bitte hier ein.


      Vor fast einem Jahrzehnt erhielt der deutsche Student Helmut Müller ein Stipendium von dem europäischen Austauschprogramm ERASMUS („European Region Action Scheme for the Mobility of University Students"). Das Stipendium ermöglichte ihm ein Studium an der University of Northern... Belfast in Irland, wo er schnell mit einer kleinen Gruppe von Studenten aus aller Welt neue Freundschaften schloss. Diese Studenten kamen aus den USA, Mexiko, Griechenland, Italien, Spanien und Pakistan.

      Zusammen haben sie die irische Landschaft erkundet und eine Begeisterung für die regionale Kultur entwickelt. Traurigerweise musste sich Helmut am Ende des Programms von seinen neuen Freunden verabschieden. Angesichts der Schwierigkeit über die weiten Entfernungen hinweg mit seinen neuen Freunden in Kontakt zu bleiben, fühlte er sich entmutigt. „Manche Leute sind einfach zu beschäftigt, um lange E-Mails zu schreiben", erklärte Helmut.

      Im November 2008 sah sich Helmut die Fotos von seiner Zeit in Irland an und fragte sich, was aus seinen ehemaligen Kommilitonen geworden war. Plötzlich von Nostalgie ergriffen, erstellte er eine private Facebook-Gruppe mit dem Namen „Northern Ireland UoU 2000" in der Hoffnung dadurch einige seiner Freunde wiederzufinden.

      Er fragte sich, wie gut die Chancen waren, ein paar der ehemaligen Studenten aus über sieben unterschiedlichen Ländern ausfindig zu machen.

      Zu seiner Überraschung traten mehrere seiner Freunde der Gruppe nahezu umgehend bei. Viele der anderen Personen erfuhren ebenfalls bald von dieser. Heute hat die Gruppe 12 Mitglieder. Diese nutzen Facebook, um regelmäßig Fotos, Videos und andere Erinnerungen von ihrer Zeit in Irland sowie Aktualisierungen und Geschichten über ihre aktuellen Abenteuer miteinander zu teilen. Helmut hat zum Beispiel alte Fotos, wie die Folgenden, von ihren Streifzügen durch Irland mit seinen Freunden geteilt. Zu den irischen Abenteuern der Gruppe gehörten unter anderem Wanderungen und spontane Straßenauftritte.



      Helmut hofft sogar, ein Wiedersehen in Irland organisieren und damit zeigen zu können, dass geografische Grenzen für das Aufrechterhalten lebenslanger Freundschaften kein Hindernis mehr darstellen.


      Sara, eine Praktikantin im Kommunikationsteam von Facebook, markiert ihre Schulfreunde auf alten Fotos.

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      Friendships Reconnected Despite Boundaries

      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Read the previous blog post in this series here. If you also have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Nearly a decade ago, Helmut Müller, a German student, was awarded a scholarship from the European student exchange program ERASMUS, or European Region Action Scheme for the Mobility of University Students. The scholarship allowed him to study at the University of Northern Belfast in Ireland, where he became fast friends with a small group of students from around the world—from the U.S. and Mexico to Greece, Italy, Spain and Pakistan.

      Together, they explored the Irish countryside and developed a love for the local culture, but sadly, at the end of the program Helmut parted ways with his new friends. He felt discouraged by the difficulty of staying in touch with the distances that separated them. "People are just too busy to send lengthy emails," Helmut explained.

      In November 2008, Helmut found himself thumbing through photographs of his time in Ireland wondering about his former classmates. Struck with nostalgia, he created a private Facebook group, named "Northern Ireland UoU 2000," hoping he could rediscover a few of his long lost friends.

      What were the chances, he wondered, that he could locate a small group of individuals from over seven different countries?

      To his surprise, several of his friends almost immediately joined and news soon spread to most of the others. Today, with 12 members, the group uses Facebook to regularly share photos, videos and memories with one another about their time in Ireland, as well as updates and stories about their current adventures. For example, Helmut shared old photos like the ones below of the group's escapades throughout Ireland, including hiking trips and impromptu street performances.



      Helmut is even hoping to coordinate a reunion in Ireland, proving that geographic boundaries are no longer a barrier to maintaining friendships for life.


      Sara, an intern on the Facebook communications team, is tagging high school friends in old photos.
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    • by Navid Mansourian on Friday, June 19, 2009 at 4:18pm
      In light of the recent events in Iran, we want to share a story from an Iranian-American colleague about his experiences using Facebook and his perspective on how much has changed in the past decade.


      I woke up Saturday morning to a surge of activity in my News Feed about the events unfolding in Iran. I had heard that President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad had been re-elected, but I had no idea how the people of Iran were reacting to the outcome.

      ...I soon realized the enormity of what was happening, and how dramatically the flow of information had changed in Iran, my country of ancestry. Through a constant stream of videos, photos, status updates and notes from my friends in Iran and around the world, I soon learned of the reaction to the election news. Thousands of Iranians were taking to the streets in demonstrations all over the country, and the people were disputing the results and demanding a new vote.

      Four days later, I was marching with nearly 150 students and protesters at Stanford University in a protest that I learned about through my friends on Facebook. It was just one of the many ways that people around the world were showing solidarity and staying connected with the events in Iran, despite reports of a crackdown on media and Internet blocks.

      I soon saw requests from Iranians on Facebook for us to share our pictures from these demonstrations worldwide. While facing great danger in their own country for protesting, Iranians wanted to see that they weren't alone and that the story of their struggle was reaching people everywhere.

      This wasn't always the case. Almost 10 years ago, as an American college student of Iranian descent, I struggled to spread the message of my student counterparts in Iran. In July of 1999, student-led protests erupted for six days in response to the government closure of a reformist newspaper. They ended in violent arrests and even loss of life.

      Like today, there were reports of information being restricted from coming in or out of Iran. Back then, even in countries with freedom of speech and press, information didn't spread without access to major media outlets. My friends went so far as to chase down a television crew to raise awareness about what was happening.

      Those communication barriers are breaking down now, with the growth of the Internet and all of the new tools for creating content and instantly spreading information. As soon as my Iranian friends share an update about what's happening in their country, their friends are amplifying their voice by sharing it outside of the country to their friends, who then can spread it even further.

      In one instance, a friend who had received updates from her family members still living in Iran captured their first-hand account in a Facebook Note. It expressed the range of emotions the family felt about the violent crackdown in that country -- fear, animosity and a desire for the truth to be told.

      People are even re-posting first-aid instructions on Facebook, giving Iranians access to this basic information in Persian. The hard evidence of the government reaction is everywhere with status updates and photos documenting the Iranian struggle.



      I can't help but think of how events may have unfolded differently if we had access to tools like Facebook back in 1999. I'm proud to be a part of a company that is enabling people to make their voice heard, but I am even prouder of the courage of all of the people in Iran overcoming danger to share their experiences and stand up for what they believe.


      Navid works on the Information Technology team at Facebook and hopes for freedom in Iran.
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    • by Malorie Lucich on Friday, February 13, 2009 at 4:31pm
      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Read the previous blog post in this series here and the next post here. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Roni Tropper and Allen Applbaum met at summer camp when they were both 15 years old. They had secret crushes on one another, but as luck would have it, he was dating someone else. Fast forward a few years: they found each other at the City University of New York in Queens, but again in relationships with other... people. They stayed friends for a while but eventually lost touch.

      Nearly twenty years after they first met, Allen found Roni again—this time on Facebook, where they were able to catch up and share memories of how Allen even helped teach Roni how to drive. And this time, they were both single!

      Despite being on opposite sides of the country, they found a way to be together—Roni and Allen spoke every day and used Facebook to stay in touch. "It was like no time had passed, and we still had feelings for one another," Roni said. Eventually, Allen moved from New York to Scottsdale, Arizona, and they are now engaged to be married.

      This is just one of the many stories we've heard about how people are using Facebook to connect with lost loves and strengthen romances.

      This Valentine's Day, be sure to check out the many applications that are getting in the holiday spirit including the dating application Zoosk. Share Valentine's Day decorations in YoVille and send real or virtual gifts to your valentines with the Pet Society application.


      Malorie hopes you have a happy Valentine's Day!
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    • by Danna Gutman on Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 10:54am
      The following is part of our series on different ways Facebook is used across the world. Read the previous blog post in this series here and the next post here. If you have a story you'd like to share with us, please submit it here.


      Cathy, a mother from Tallahassee, Florida, never imagined that she would be an organ donor, let alone to someone she had never met who lived over a thousand miles away. That would change after she saw the Facebook status of an old friend, Scott, about a mother of two in need of a kidney.

      ...By posting an update to his status, Scott was able to reach all of his friends on Facebook at once to ask for help on behalf of his friend, Beth. "Scott has a friend named Beth who needs a kidney donor. If you have Type O blood, please visit her website," the status read. Beth, of Scarsdale, New York, was fighting kidney disease with only one kidney functioning at 10 percent. Feeling an immediate connection, Cathy began a dialogue with Beth via email and learned more of her story, including that they both have daughters with the same name.

      Although a dozen of Beth's friends attempted to fill the role of donor, ultimately none of them turned out to be medically suitable. At that point, Cathy says, she felt in her heart that being able to help Beth would be an incredible privilege. "I had no fear going into it," she said.

      In September, Cathy was approved to be the donor Beth needed to help in her fight against kidney disease. Two months later, both women underwent successful surgeries. Beth even posted her gratitude to Cathy in a Facebook status update, and as the women recover, they continue to stay in touch via Facebook.

      From this experience, Cathy says she's learned to not underestimate the positive impact technology can have on our lives. "It's been interesting to see how this tool, whose potential people may not recognize, has been able to save someone's life. It's linked two people together who might not otherwise have found one another," she said.


      Danna, an Analyst in User Operations, hopes that one of her status updates will bring people together, too.
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    • by Joanna Lee on Wednesday, November 26, 2008 at 11:38am

      One of the hidden perks of working at Facebook is that we have the privilege of witnessing the amazing ways people use the site. The stories range from the profound to the quotidian—but all demonstrate the power of Facebook to help people share, connect and change the world along the way.

      A daughter wrote in to say she'd found her mother on Facebook, "I have been looking for my biological mother for 20 years...and my mom found me on Facebook. We were able to exchange pictures and talk. It was the best day of my life, and I owe that to... Facebook". A local paper picked up on a school principal engaging with his students in a group. Perhaps the biggest stories we've seen are on the protests around the world, against a 40-year-old terrorist organization called the FARC, as a result of a Facebook group and event started by an ordinary Colombian citizen.

      Whether or not these stories hit the papers, they give our work more meaning, and we want to be able to share them more broadly. In the coming months, we'll be highlighting stories like these here on our blog. In the process, we hope you can see the different ways Facebook is used across the world. If you have a story you would like to share with us, please submit it here. Read the next blog post in this series here.


      Joanna, a Team Lead in User Operations, can't wait to hear from you.

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