Prom night arrived. Motorcycles rumbled through our street, a full procession gleaming in the evening sun. The hotel’s entrance was transformed with a temporary ramp, red carpet, and an honor guard of bikers saluting Jake as he rolled up with his date. Guests and classmates watched in awe. For the first time, people saw Jake before they saw his wheelchair.
That night, Jake returned home exhilarated. The hotel staff had been impeccable, classmates treated him with newfound respect, and the Iron Horsemen had proven that dignity isn’t given—it’s protected. Continue reading…
