It’s funny how fast your life can flip upside down.
A week ago, I was sitting in my kitchen, waiting for my son to bring me groceries like he promised. He never showed. When I called, his wife answered and said, “We can’t keep doing this, you need to figure something out.” Then she hung up. Just like that.
By the next morning, the fridge was empty except for a jar of mustard and two eggs. I bundled up, grabbed my little cart, and walked toward the discount store. That’s where I bumped into them—the bikers. Leather vests, beards, tattoos, the whole thing. I almost turned right back around, but then one of them dropped a bag of cans, and I bent to help him pick them up.
He grinned at me like I’d just done him the biggest favor. Next thing I knew, they were asking me what I was buying, what I needed, if I had someone helping me out. My voice cracked when I said no. They didn’t laugh. They didn’t pity me either. They just started filling a crate with food—more than I could’ve afforded in months.
