A Group of Bikers Showed Up to Defend My Son from Bullies, and What Happened Shocked the Whole Town
No one could’ve imagined fifty bikers showing up at my son’s funeral—certainly not the four boys responsible for his death. I’ve never been much of a crier. Years of working as a high school custodian toughened me up, taught me to keep my emotions in check. But the moment I heard the first Harley rumble…