…[Shane Bowers] would be forced take baths after his brother, in dirty water that had gone cold hours earlier. He had to eat alone, standing in another part of his family’s single-wide mobile home, and he was allowed only one serving. Often, he said, he’d scrounge through the trash for a few more bites rather than go to bed hungry.
Eventually, he and his mom stopped going to church. Bowers tried reading the Bible, but without the sense of family he’d found at church, it wasn’t the same.
His yearning for a change wasn’t shaken, though. “I just prayed that God would either kill me, let me die or take me out of that situation,” he said.