Biker Held The Screaming Toddler For 6 Hours When Nobody Else Could Calm Him Down

Nobody knows what the letter says. Dale sealed it himself. But Repo was there when Dale wrote it, and he said Dale was crying the whole time.

Today, Emmett is five years old. His autism still makes the world challenging, but he’s thriving. He’s in speech therapy, occupational therapy, learning to navigate a world that doesn’t always make sense to him.

But his room is decorated with pictures of bikers. His favorite jacket is a tiny leather vest that Dale’s brothers made for him, with a patch that says “Dale’s Little Brother.” And every night before bed, Jessica or Marcus holds him close and makes that sound.

The motorcycle rumble.

Low and deep, coming from the chest.

The sound that says: you’re safe. I’ve got you. Rest now.

The sound of a biker who loved a toddler he held for six hours.

The sound of a hero in leather.

Marcus had the photo from the hospital printed large. It hangs in their living room. Emmett points to it every single day.

“That’s Dale,” Jessica tells him every time. “He was very sick, but he held you when nobody else could help. He gave you peace. Someday, you’ll ride his motorcycle. And you’ll understand what it means to be a biker. It means you show up when people need you. It means you use whatever strength you have left to help. It means you’re never too sick, too tired, or too scared to hold someone who’s hurting.”Continue reading…