In a class of their own.

Why do these people become like this?

Nature or nurture?

I'd assume a bit of both. 

The hardest part of letting go is knowing there is no current help for such a disorder.

I hold on to the thought that he was once an innocent boy.

Did he deserve this?

Probably not.

Did he not do something to stop what may have been his destiny?

Who knows.

The best victim was caught.

One that has endless care, desire, and heart to help.

The hardest part to walk away from will always linger within me.

The unanswered questions may never be fulfilled. 

Realization: This is one charity I cannot successfully contribute to.

My Drive:

The only contribution I can make in his honor is to focus on my internal drive to help others.

To cut my losses and focus on what I will become.

The lives I will soon save.

but first...

I have to SAVE MYSELF.