“During winter in a rural no cell service kind of area. Completely dark, no street lights nor anyone in sight. Temperatures were around 20 and it was snowing.
I was walking my dog with a flashlight. Then I heard someone start screaming bloody murder. Flight or fight kicked in; it truly sounded like someone was being stabbed to death for what seemed like forever.
I chose to find out what the hell was going on.
What I found instead was beyond anything I expected. He was a 5 year old boy wandering down the road all alone. All he was wearing were light flannel pants and a thin t-shirt. No shoes or hat. And screaming so loudly it echoed through the hills.
I dropped my dogs leash and walked up to him slowly; gently and repeatedly telling him that I’m a mom and that he’s going to be ok.
I wrapped him into my arms and carried him to a neighbors home to warm him by the fire and call for help.
The boys parents were visiting friends. The boy got up at night to look for his parents (who’d left him and his sister home) while they were out drinking. He got lost in the dark and just kept walking and screaming. Originally thinking I’d get in the crosshairs or witness some bloody domestic fight is what put my mind in the scared shitless head space. Plus dark, no cell phones no weapon.” — BlueRaining