A five year-old boy this past week wandered aimlessly in a retirement complex south of Orlando, next to a place my Grandmother has.  He once was spirited and lively, but had just received a phone call.  A call from his mother, the only parent he knew, for the father had left long before, instructing him that from this point on he had no mother, and that he should never attempt to talk or find her.  The phone, held by his little hand, was immediately put down, and so was his innocence.  The little boy, only five, sat in a confusion of tears as his grandparents sat in a state of shock.

All of their lives are now changing.  The carefree life of retirement is know a struggle for them to support a child.  The grandfather is now forced to work nights at a local factory, and the grandmother luckily found a part-time job at a local nursing home.  The boy, however, in just a week, has turned from a happy little boy to a rebelling monster. 

How could anyone do such a thing to a small child?  The question arises, but the root of the problem may be the lack of responsibility in our society.  The United States of America has become of a nation were the accountability for actions is continually brushed off to someone or something else.  No one is held accountable anymore.  Such is the case here.  A man and a woman, by their action, produced a child, but the responsibility of caring for the child is passed on to two retired grandparents.  They will try to raise the child in an environment suitable enough to grow and prosper, but the wound of abandonment will leave a permanent scar with unknown consequences.