We got called out on Monday night for a missing 10 year old boy, who had been
gone for a few hours.  Searched most of the night for him, came  back the next
day, searched some more.  Due to the nature of the area that he disappeared
in, I find it very difficult to belive that he is still there.  The dogs
didn't find him, we didn't find him.  If he was  there, dead or alive, we
would have spotted him.  Now, they are hoping  that we can go out again
tomorrow night to search.  I'm beat, but torn on whether I should go, despite
my lack of hope for finding this kid.

Last night, on my way out to search, a woman who looked distraught  looked at
me as I was walking out and said "Thanks."  I'm guessing  that was the kid's
mother.  I have no idea what's going through her mind right now, nor do I ever
want to be in her position, but how can I look her back in the eye with my
belief that her kid has been kidnapped by someone, and that we are just out
there to make her feel like everything is being done to find him?