The Boy Who Walked Alone Four Miles Home and the Biker Who Refused to Let Him Carry His Pain Alone
I was riding down Rural Route 12 that afternoon, the kind of lonely road where it feels like the world is holding its breath. The sky was heavy and gray, the fields stretching out in tired, rolling waves, and the wind smelled of dust and rain that never seemed to come. The kind of wind that feels like it carries stories no one wants to hear. That’s when I saw him — a little boy, maybe ten, trudging along the shoulder with his head down, hands jammed into the torn