Could you send me another copy? For one day in August , the city turned itself upside down looking for her. She was 2 months old that day, the day she was kidnapped from the call center in East New York, Brooklyn, where her mother worked.
Even in jaded New York, scarred by a crack epidemic and the violence it spawned, the idea that a baby could be snatched was a shock. And then, around dinnertime that night, she was found, unharmed and freshly diapered, in a stairwell at Woodhull Medical and Mental Health Center , about four miles away.
Send her a copy of the article? There was so much that she could not have known about that day. The agonizing search for little Helen β conducted without cellphones, which had not caught on, or Amber Alerts, which had not been devised β was accompanied by the stomach-churning fear that this was a story that could end very, very badly. Salcedo, who turns 21 this month, recalled being 10 or 11 when her mother told her that the biggest event in her life had occurred when she was so young that she could not possibly remember it.
But in some ways those six or eight hours have come to define Ms. Salcedo, who is taking a semester off from Nassau Community College while working as an aide at a senior center in Queens. He remembered that Ms. Salcedo had a finger in her mouth when he found her. He was just making his rounds.
He had received no notification that there was a search for a missing infant. I say she was lucky that I was the one that found her. But back to Ms.
