Biker Was Crying Over A Thing In That Blue Towel And I Had To Pull Over To See What Broke This Tough Man

The biker looked up. Tears streamed into his beard, his eyes red and raw. “Someone hit her and kept going,” he said, voice cracking. “She dragged herself into the ditch. I heard her crying when I rode past.”

The anguish in his face made me ashamed. I’d spent years crossing the street to avoid men like him. And here he was, stopping his ride to save a dying animal.

“I called the emergency vet,” he said. “They’re twenty minutes away in Riverside. I don’t think she has twenty minutes.”

I surprised myself. “My car’s faster than your bike. Let me drive you.”

He stared at me for a moment, like he wasn’t sure I was real. Then he nodded. “Thank you. God, thank you.”

We ran to my car. He slid into the back seat, still cradling the puppy. I drove faster than I ever have, checking the mirror constantly.Continue reading…