A boy was kept in a squalid trailer, sleeping on a urine-soaked mattress. Mice have gotten into the food in the cabinet, contaminating it with hair and droppings. It would seem the boy wasn't much of a threat to them, and the house reeked of animal urine.
The boy was found cowering under a porch in Colorado. His mother had left him more than two weeks ago, she had moved out of state to live with her boyfriend and left the boy to fend for himself. He was barely eating, and had not been to school in at least three years.
The mother was sentenced to three years in prison. Her legal team had requested a non-prison sentence, but the judge said it was rightfully pointed out that with comfortable temperatures and regular meals, she was living in more ideal conditions than the boy had endured.
The boy is in a foster home now, and has thanked his foster parents for not locking him up. Can you imagine ever stopping to feel grateful for not being locked up in a filthy room that reeks of pee? For coming to the conclusion that your mother wasn't coming back? That kid has seen misery most of us will never know, all before he is old enough to shave. I rarely buy into the "life owes me" mentality, but karma owes this kid a break or two.
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