I can't help but think of that statistic as he lay in my arms behind the bolted doors of our home. He is safe here.
But just an hour ago he walked out the front door. Shut it behind him. Wandered down the street. Barefoot in snowy 20 degree weather. No coat. It was maybe 3 or 4 minutes. Not long, but long enough. I have read it happening in the news too many times.
My husband runs outside in a panic to find a lady walking Trey up the street towards our house. He doesn't know who she is. Have never seen her before.
It was a miracle... and she might have been our little boy's Angel. (1/19/2014)