Left for Dead on a Houston Street: A Mother’s Desperate Plea for Justice for Her Son, Andrew Bartholomew
There are moments in a parent’s life that redefine everything — moments so terrifying, so overwhelming, that the world seems to stop.
For Missy, a Texas mother now living every parent’s worst nightmare, that moment came on the night of
It was 10:45 p.m.
Andrew was simply crossing the Katy Freeway access road at Heights Blvd — a route he had taken countless times before.
But this time, fate collided with cruelty.
A black full-size pickup truck
The impact was catastrophic.
The response was unforgivable.
The driver never stopped.
Never checked on him.
Never called for help.
They left him there — a young man broken in the street, fighting for his life while the truck disappeared into the night.
A Son Fighting to Survive
When first responders reached Andrew, the extent of his injuries stunned them.
His mother later described them — each word weighted with grief, anger, and disbelief:
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His femur, broken in two places
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A shattered clavicle
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Nine broken ribs
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Deep lacerations to his head and spleen
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Internal bleeding causing a partially collapsed lung
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Six days in the hospital, struggling to stabilize, fighting for every breath
These are not injuries someone walks away from.
These are the injuries of someone left to die.
Andrew is only alive today because a passerby — a stranger who refused to look away — saw him in the road and called for help. Without that moment of compassion, this story could have ended in the worst possible way.
A Mother’s Voice, Breaking but Unwavering
Missy has now gone public with a plea that no mother should ever need to make.
Her words are raw, trembling, but resolute:
“I am asking for the public’s help in identifying the person who struck me and cowardly fled the scene.
If you were in the area or know anyone who might have dashcam footage, please share this.
Help me find the person responsible.”
She is begging for justice.
For answers.
For someone — anyone — to come forward with the truth.
A Young Man Whose Life Was Just Beginning
Andrew is not a troublemaker.
Not reckless.
Not the kind of person who ends up in the headlines.
He is a good man — kind, steady, hardworking.
The type who chooses integrity over shortcuts.
He had just started a new job as a chef, thrilled to bring creativity into the kitchen, excited for the possibility of building something of his own.
But now?
He cannot walk normally.
He cannot work.
His small restaurant — his dream — now fears collapse without him.
One driver’s selfish decision may have changed the course of Andrew’s entire future.
A Community’s Chance to Make a Difference
Missy is asking for help — and she is not asking lightly.
This could be solved by:
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A single witness
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A dashcam clip
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A security camera
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A neighbor remembering who drove through the area
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Someone noticing damage on a black full-size pickup
Someone out there knows something.
And silence protects only the guilty.
No Family Should Ever Go Through This
A mother should not have to wash blood from her child’s clothing.
She should not have to memorize the names of bones shattered on asphalt.
She should not have to plead for strangers to help catch the person who nearly killed her son.
But this is where Missy stands — fighting for justice, for accountability, for a son who still wakes up in pain every day.
What You Can Do
Share Andrew’s story.
Share Missy’s plea.
Share the hope that compassion will carry this message to someone who can help.
Send prayers, encouragement, and words of healing for Andrew as he faces a long, exhausting recovery.
And if you know anything — no matter how small — come forward.
Help give this family the justice they deserve.
Help bring accountability to the driver who fled into the darkness and left a good man to die.
Justice begins with one voice.
Let that voice be yours.
A Circle of Life: Siblings Share the Same Journey, Fourteen Years Apart
Nearly fourteen years ago, a family gathered in the quiet hum of a hospital room, waiting for the arrival of a child who would change everything. It was a first birth, the kind that carries both fear and excitement, and yet one of the most constant presences in the room wasn’t a parent or partner—it was a 13-year-old boy.
That boy was the new mother’s younger brother. Though just a teenager and perhaps wishing he could be anywhere else, he stood by his sister’s side from beginning to end. Through hours of waiting, through the cries of labor, through the weight of uncertainty, he never left. And when the baby finally arrived—tiny Nathan, red-faced and squirming—the joy on that boy’s face was unforgettable.
In that moment, holding his nephew for the first time, he made a promise. Someday, when it was his turn, he wanted his sister there too. The bond between them, already strong, deepened into something unshakable—a vow sealed not by words alone, but by shared experience.
Fourteen years later, life kept its promise in the most extraordinary way. To everyone’s surprise, his first child was due on the exact same date as Nathan’s birthday. It was as if nature itself had woven their stories together, creating a thread across time that tied one generation to the next.
And so, just one day after Nathan’s fourteenth birthday, that boy—now a grown man—held his own newborn in his arms. The same joy his sister had seen on his face all those years earlier was now reflected back at her, this time through his role as a father.
The symmetry of it all was staggering. Two siblings, separated by age but bound by love, welcoming their firstborn children almost to the very hour. It was more than coincidence. It felt like a gift, a quiet reminder that some bonds are written long before we can see them.
True to her word, the sister was there for him, just as he had once been for her. For thirty long hours, she stayed by his side at the hospital, offering encouragement, comfort, and the steady presence he had once given her. Every contraction, every anxious moment, every tear of relief—she shared it with him. And when his baby was finally placed in his arms, she was there to witness the full circle close.
The story is more than just dates on a calendar. It is about the extraordinary ways family ties can echo through time. It is about the sacrifices siblings make for one another, the silent promises kept, and the joy of being present for life’s biggest moments—not once, but twice.
For Nathan, now a teenager, the timing feels almost magical. Fourteen years earlier, his uncle had been one of the first people to welcome him into the world. Now Nathan was able to return the gesture, standing nearby as his uncle welcomed his own child. Two cousins born on the same date, one generation apart, bound together by both family and fate.
For the siblings, the experience is a memory that will live forever. It is not just about raising children, but about raising one another—showing up when it matters most, passing love from one set of hands to another, across years, across generations.
Life rarely gives such perfect symmetry. But when it does, it leaves a story worth telling—a reminder that family is not just who we are born to, but who chooses to stay, to stand by us in our hardest hours and our most joyful ones.
Fourteen years ago, a little brother became an uncle. Fourteen years later, he became a father. And through it all, one sister stood beside him, proof that family is the gift that never stops giving.
