Biker Was Crying Over A Thing In That Blue Towel And I Had To Pull Over To See What Broke This Tough Man

Because that day on Highway 52, I learned that heroes don’t always look the way we expect.

Sometimes they ride motorcycles and wear leather vests. Sometimes they stop everything to save something small and broken. Sometimes they teach guys like me that the scariest-looking people can have the biggest hearts.

I never pass a biker now without thinking of Nomad and Hope.

And I never, ever judge someone by how they look.

Because the man I almost drove past turned out to be one of the best I’ve ever met.Continue reading…