The little boy held the wooden motorcycle tightly.<\/p>\n
As if it were the safest thing in the world.<\/p>\n
The gray-bearded biker smiled.<\/p>\n
Then noticed the child’s backpack hanging open.<\/p>\n
A folded piece of paper had slipped onto the floor.<\/p>\n
The biker picked it up.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you drop this, buddy?\u201d<\/p>\n
The boy’s eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat’s for my mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
The biker carefully unfolded it.<\/p>\n
It was a crayon drawing.<\/p>\n
A small house.<\/p>\n
A frightened little boy.<\/p>\n
And a group of bikers standing in front of the door.<\/p>\n
Above them, written in crooked handwriting, were the words:<\/p>\n
“My superheroes.”<\/strong><\/p>\n The biker swallowed hard.<\/p>\n Then noticed something else.<\/p>\n In one corner of the drawing\u2026<\/p>\n was a man dressed completely in black.<\/p>\n Standing outside the house.<\/p>\n The biker pointed to him.<\/p>\n \u201cWho’s this?\u201d<\/p>\n The little boy’s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n His hands began to shake.<\/p>\n The diner fell silent again.<\/p>\n The child lowered his head.<\/p>\n His voice barely a whisper.<\/p>\n \u201cThe man Mommy hides from.\u201d<\/p>\n Every biker in the room looked at one another.<\/p>\n Without a word\u2014<\/p>\n they understood.<\/p>\n The gray-bearded biker folded the drawing carefully and handed it back.<\/p>\n Then rested a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cYou keep this.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause starting today\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026he won’t be standing outside your house anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n The boy looked around.<\/p>\n Every biker had quietly stood up.<\/p>\n Leather vests.<\/p>\n Strong shoulders.<\/p>\n Determined faces.<\/p>\n The little boy smiled through his tears.<\/p>\n Because he hadn’t spent three dollars buying a superhero.<\/p>\n He had found an entire family willing to stand between fear and the people he loved.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The little boy held the wooden motorcycle tightly. As if it were the safest thing in the world. The gray-bearded biker smiled. Then noticed the child’s backpack hanging open. A folded piece of paper had slipped onto the floor. The biker picked it up. \u201cDid you drop this, buddy?\u201d The boy’s eyes widened. \u201cThat’s for […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":8123,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8121","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-trending-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8121","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8121"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8121\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8123"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}