Tommy was just five when his father died in a motorcycle accident. For weeks, he was too scared to step into kindergarten, terrified his mom might vanish too.
One morning at 7 AM, the roar of engines filled the street. Forty-seven bikers, his father’s brothers, arrived in leather vests and gray beards. They surrounded Tommy like a wall of guardians. The leader, Bear, knelt down and handed him his dad’s helmet, saying: “Your father would’ve wanted us to walk with you.”
Hand in hand with the bikers, Tommy walked to school that day. The most unlikely angels don’t always have wings — sometimes, they arrive on motorcycles, carrying love and brotherhood.