Biker Stopped To Help Girl With A Flat Tire But Caught Something In Car’s Trunk Which Terrified Him

An elderly woman—seventy if she was a day—ran out in her bathrobe. “MADISON! BABIES!”

Madison practically fell out of the truck. “Grandma!”

They collided in the middle of the driveway. Tyler, Mason, and Lily piled out after her, and suddenly this grandmother was on her knees in her driveway sobbing and holding all four of her grandchildren at once.

“You’re safe now,” she kept saying. “You’re safe. Grandma’s got you. You’re safe.”

I stood by my bike and watched, and I’m not ashamed to say I cried. All seven of us did. There’s something about watching kids find safety after living in terror that just breaks you open.

Madison’s grandmother looked up at us—seven big bikers standing in her driveway at dawn. “You brought them home,” she said. “You brought my babies home.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake said. “And we’ve got documentation of their injuries. We’ve got Madison’s testimony. We’re going to help you make sure they never go back.”

She stood up and walked over to us. This tiny elderly woman looked up at seven men who probably terrified most people, and she hugged each one of us. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for being angels.”Continue reading…