8-Year-Old Boy Who Got Tied To Tree, Set On Fire Gets Justice Thanks To Last Words On Deathbed. Check the 1st comment 👇 👇

On June 28, 1998, Robbie Middleton celebrated his eighth birthday.

Late that afternoon, he walked through the woods behind his home to meet a friend for a sleepover. But shortly afterward, he was attacked by a monster.

A young aggressor tied Robbie at a tree, poured gasoline on him, and lit him on fire in a horrifying crime in Splendora, Texas, according to ABC.

But thanks to Robbie’s testimony on his dea his deathbed, a boy from Texas could finally get justice after 17 years.

The perpetrator received the maximum sentence allowed — and Robbie’s family was awarded the highest damages ever imposed in the United States.

Robbie’s tragic story begins in the state of Texas.

He was an ordinary boy who went to school. But on the day of his eighth birthday, he met a monster that would completely destroy him and his family.

The then 13-year-old Don Collins kidnapped Robbie, tied him to a tree, and poured gasoline on the boy before lighting him on fire.

The horrible attack took place near Robbie’s home in Splendora, Texas.

Robbie was on his his way to a friend’s house when he came across Don, writes Huffington Post.

The inferno left Robbie with third-degree burns to 99 per cent of his body – no-one expected him to survive.
Despite the flames that ate away at his body, Robbie managed to wobble home, collapsing on the street in a ball of burnt flesh.

His terrified mom found him close to death, with severe blisters covering his whole body and skin hanging off his ankles.

Hospital staff explained for the Middleton family that Robbie wouldn’t survive. He endured more than 150 operations and spent most of his days at a rehabilitation center after his burns.

Although he was severely traumatized and disfigured, Robbie quickly became known for his optimism.

”The past is the past,” he would say. “You need to let it go.”
Sadly, ten years after the attack, Robbie’s body began to fail.

He received a cancer diagnosis that, according to doctors, was directly linked to his many burns. At the age of 20, Robbie’s third-degree burns turned into deadly skin cancer.

US courts ruled that his death was a murder. Don Collins had been suspected of the crime, but was released for lack of evidence – the only witness was an eight-year-old boy.

But on his deathbed, the Middleton family’s lawyer took new testimony from Robbie. He confirmed that Don committed the horrible crime, with the words: “Don did it”.

In the video, the court heard Robbie confirm what happened. Just before dying, Robbie Middleton told investigators:

”Don grabbed my shoulder and poured gas onto my face. After that, I don’t really remember an
The lawyer recorded his testimony and in February 2015, a court in Galveston sentenced the now 29-year-old perpetrator.

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