I know these things happen. I know I can't fix the world. The
  iceberg of preventable family tragedies runs deep beyond what
  happened here, and all the laws and training and care can't stop
  future events like this. It's easy to become callous. Sometimes
  I am too. The more news that comes our way, it comes impossible
  to care for everybody and everything because of the volume of
  tragedy; we become immune to it. Yet, this one got me. What if I
  was disabled like this? I could've been. I could've been left
  behind on a bus. Forgotten. Died. I wouldn't be here to post
  this. I like being able to be here to post this.
  He was 19 years old. Mentally 3 years old. Doesn't matter. He
  got neglected. Shouldn't have happened.
  https://www.gofundme.com/uh44mgbs

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