Fifty Strangers On Motorcycles Protect My Son From Heartless Protesters

gathered, their voices cutting through the stillness. My husband and the chaplain tried to shield me from it, but some things reach you anyway. I closed my eyes and wondered how even this moment—one that should have been left in peace—could be disturbed.

Before it could go further, the sound of engines filled the air. About fifty bikers entered the continue reading …