

Two nights ago, I looked for a little boy as if he were my own.
With desperation, hopelessness and urgency, I searched the streets of my local area for two-year-old Sam Trott, who walked out of his house on Tuesday morning and seemingly disappeared into thin air.
I wasn’t alone. The newspapers said there were dozens of people searching for Sam on Tuesday night. There weren’t; there were hundreds.
I arrived at the local community centre at about 7pm, after I couldn’t sit and listen to the helicopters overhead any longer. I went on my own, without a torch, without a plan, just with a desperate need to help find this little boy.
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My now 30yo son decided to go to the shop on his dinky bike when he was about 4. Down a steep hill and about 1k along a major highway. So so sorry to all family, friends and community.
The anguish of all involved are evident in these words. My thoughts are with Sam, his parents, his family, his friend's, all those who searched for him, all the emergency services, and with the tradesmen who left the door open. May Sam rest gently and brightly.