So here I am, alive, healthy, and doing 2 things that I love, riding motorcycles with this amazing group of men, and helping the kids.
Although the kids are not he only ones that are helped. We all share in the joy of seeing the good in people, the Riders, the parents, the people that just walk up and ask us what we are doing and who we are.
They sit or stand and listen to our story, of who we are and what we are doing.
The Riders when they share their story....the goodness in people. The light in a kids eyes and smile on their face as the Sheriff gives them a popper....the goodness in people. The amazement on people’s face as they realize there are still good people in this world,....the goodness in people.
I sit in awe as I watch. My heart is renewed, my faith replenished....the goodness in people.
On day three as we ate lunch at a “famous for our country fried steak” place in Texas, we spoke to a family briefly and told them what we do, they thanked us for what we do and went about their business. As we got ready to get our checks and leave the waitress told us our (22 of us) bill had been paid. Moments later we were outside and saw the family, we approached them and I extended my hand and a heart felt thank you. I couldn’t say much more than that for the crack in my voice and the lump in my throat wouldn’t let me....the goodness in people. There are Good people in this world, all you have to do is look.
I am ever thankful to be a part of this group that serves to help the children of our community.