Riding to Help Families of Fallen Riders

I Pray My Wish Will Come True

I knelt down, to get closer to eye level with her, her broken and bruised body covered with a blanket, her eyes wide open but as lifeless as the trees in the winter time, and where there was once a sparkle, now only a pool of tears.   Her stability in life gone, what she knew as a daily routine no longer, she would never see her father again.

The tears that swept down my cheek were not my own, but those of a man that held me tight and said thank you so much for reaching out to me, I just didn’t k  Read More...