Emma taught me that. An eight-year-old girl in torn pajamas and bloody feet, running toward what everyone else feared, finding exactly what her mother had promised she would – sanctuary, protection, and the fiercest love a child could ask for.
The skull angels. May they ride forever. May children always know where to run. May sanctuary always be just a whispered word away.
That’s what I learned the day Emma Bradley ran barefoot into a gas station and changed my life. That’s what I think about every time I see a Guardian’s vest, every time I hear a motorcycle rumble past.Continue reading…