Okay,

Last year when i was voultneering at my local hospital. The nurse asked me to feed this little boy in roon 249.

As I entered the room all i was thicking "Please Tell Me He Was In A Car Accient". The little 2 year old boy was sitting in a crib all black and blue. After fedding the little.

The nurse ask me if i would help give the little boy a bath. When i was helping give him a bath the nurse told me "He Was Beaten By His Mother". I so wanted to break down and cry.

After the bath i ask if i could take him to the payroom. Thinking all kids love the play with toys. When we got in there I found some little kid toys. But he was to scared to play with them. All he did was hold on to me.

So I picked out a few books and headed back to his room. I sat there rocking on the rocking chiar and reading books for about 2 hours.

Finally i had to leave since i knew my dad was already waiting for me. When i layed him down in the crib he started to cry and holding out his hands for me to pick him up..

I felt so bad..

Last i heard the little boy was going to a home for abuse kids..

It is sad that these things happen, but they do.
You did a wonderful thing by helping out this way.