And once a month, I volunteer with the Guardians Against Child Abuse. I visit scared kids who can’t find the words to tell their truth. I sit with them. Let them know they’re not alone. Let them know that even if it takes fifteen years, someone will show up for them.
Because someone showed up for me.
And in doing so, they unblocked something inside me that had been sealed shut for fifteen years.
They gave me back my voice. My truth. My life.
Some people see bikers and see danger.
I see bikers and see the men who saved me.
I see family.
