tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424001133180149139.post1249346372785965060..comments2013-04-02T17:05:12.527-07:00Comments on Justice For Michael: The "Search" for DNA EvidenceMSEHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415018485671115445noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424001133180149139.post-36180013174104883982012-01-22T13:38:05.707-08:002012-01-22T13:38:05.707-08:00Thanks for your post. Please email me at msheridan...Thanks for your post. Please email me at msheridaneh@gmail.com. Thanks!MSEHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02415018485671115445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424001133180149139.post-18402826873084833722012-01-22T13:11:27.499-08:002012-01-22T13:11:27.499-08:00Sorting through all of my pictures I decided to pu...Sorting through all of my pictures I decided to put together a obituary book together. In the coarse of that I came upon the article of Henry Cordle's murder.When I was 17 years old I lived on the Eastside of Toledo. I had my first child and lived alone trying to make it. I used to push the stroller up town and stop by McDonalds on Front Street. One day I was doing my usual walk and I met 74 year old Henry. He was sitting on a bus bench (just sitting there). He told me my baby was beautiful. I could tell he was lonely and I know I was too for conversation. So, we talked and made friends. I invited him to go with me to McDonalds for coffee. We met there by the bench a lot and soon I discovered he wasn’t a homeless man but a man terribly abused by his family. Apparently a couple family members drove him out of his own home and were illegally cashing his social security checks and spending the money. I wanted to help Henry anyway I could. I knew I needed to get him legal help. He didn’t want my help because he was proud. But, I convinced him he couldn’t do it alone. It was easy to put a stop to them cashing his social security checks but getting them out of the house was going to be a little more work. I convinced Henry to stay at the YMCA rather than sleeping on a park bench until we could get him back into his home and then worst imaginable thing happen, he was robbed and murdered I would guess for drugs and they thought Henry had some. They robbed this poor defensive man and stab him multiple times with an ice pick. Henry died. I cried and cried. I missed my friend but I also felt I was to blame because I convinced Henry he would be saver at the YMCA. I should have left him alone. The night before the funeral I had a dream about Henry. He told me that one of the guys staying at the Y was responsible for his death and told me even which room he was in. At the funeral there was a detective there asking questions of anyone who may have known anything. I told him that this may seem a bit strange but I had a dream and Henry told me that a young man staying at the Y did it along with his friend. Soon after I heard the news that the two kids who did it was caught. Their names were Michael Ustaszewsi 18 years old and Michael Morris 19 years old. A stupid senseless act that left a HUGH imprint in my life. Time and time again I think about it and it makes me really sad.If Michael really did not do it I want that proven. You can't tell me there is no evidence kept in their property room. Not when they still had evidence of the 14 year girl killed in 1967. I want to know the truth. It really impacted my life in a hugh way. I loved Henry and he was important to me.libby419https://www.blogger.com/profile/01659548685970676599noreply@blogger.com