When I first noticed the older biker outside my house, I felt nothing but fear. As a single mother doing everything I could to keep life stable for my two children, the last thing I needed was a stranger watching my home. The fence around our small yard was falling apart, but fixing it simply wasn’t possible on my budget. So when I saw that same man kneeling in my backyard with tools one morning, my instinct was to protect my family. I called the police immediately. Each time, Officer Martinez arrived, spoke calmly with the man, and left without making an arrest. And each time, I was left staring at another repaired section of fence—straightened posts, new boards, careful work that made no sense to me.Continue reading…
