His newborn legs were bare and cold to the touch.
That chilly May 6 morning, his short-sleeve onesie was wet, his diaper was soiled, his white bib was stained. Curled up in the bed of a Nissan pick-up truck, he was without a hat, a blanket or a name.
He was less than a week old. And he was all alone.
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