By then, Madison could barely stay awake. She’d been driving for thirteen hours straight. So Rick and his brothers decided to take turns driving the kids to Tennessee in a truck from their club. Rick rode alongside on his bike the entire way.
They moved like a convoy—bikers in front and behind, guarding the truck carrying four sleeping children toward safety.
“You’re safe now,” their grandmother kept repeating. “You’re safe.”
Rick stood by his bike, watching, tears in his eyes. After years of rescuing people from flames, this moment—seeing these children find safety—felt like the most important rescue of his life.
Healing and New Beginnings
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