I Found a Biker Crying Behind a Dumpster Holding a Photo of a Little Girl

motorcycle that was way too big for her, grinning like she owned the world.

The biker’s tears were landing on the picture. He kept wiping them away with his thumb. Every time he wiped, he said it again.

“I’m sorry.”

I don’t know why I did it. I put the bat down. I walked over. I sat on the curb beside him.

He didn’t look up. Just kept rocking. Kept whispering.continue reading …