“I laid down on the grass in a park, in Asbury Park … I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to get back up again.”
She did — but everything was almost lost.
Stephanie Fowler, 30, had the picture-perfect childhood.
As an infant, she was adopted and raised in a very comfortable Eatontown home.
Her mother, Pat, a Holmdel teacher, and father, Rich, a Tinton Falls computer programmer, loved their only child more than anything.
“I had the best childhood,” she says. “Trips to Disney, cheerleading, horseback riding — anything I wanted to do, I had the option.”
She and I spent a lot of time together as children. We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to school together and carpooled to Pop Warner cheerleading for years. Stephanie always had a smile on her face.
Then, her world went dark.