When I was three, I was playing with the family dog, it yelped, and fearing a major ass-beating, I peaced out the front door and hit the road running. Then started walking. I was probably gone for over an hour and was picked up by the Evergreen Chief of Police at the time. I had made it across two highways and was in his neighborhood about 3 or 4 miles away. I honestly have no clue where I was heading. He recognized me, and the fact that I was walking down the road at 3 years old by myself. When he radio'd me in, dispatch told him where I lived and he took me back. There at the kitchen table, my mother sat with my oldest sister sewing a dress of hers or something. No one knew I had ever left until the C.O.P rolled up in his squad car. And by that time it was close to two hours. I still got my ass beat. But even at that age, I knew no one in that house would miss me for hours if I ever went missing.
I feel sorry for Noah and all kids in bad situations. I truly pray that a miracle happens for this boy.