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

“Nomad,” he said. “Real name’s Robert. Been riding thirty-eight years. Never passed an animal in need. Can’t do it.”

“I’m Chris,” I said. “And I’m sorry I almost didn’t stop.”

He met my eyes in the mirror. “You stopped. That’s what matters. You’re a good man, Chris.”

I didn’t feel like one. I felt like a fool who’d judged someone by leather and patches.

We reached the vet in fourteen minutes. Nomad was out before I stopped, running with the puppy in his arms. A vet tech met him at the door.Continue reading…