The Guardians Appear
Fast forward to that sidewalk outside the pharmacy. My laces untied. My body tired. And a leather-vested stranger kneeling to help me.
When he finished, he offered me a ride.
“We’re headed somewhere special.”
I hesitated, but he chuckled.
“Don’t worry. We’ve got a sidecar.”
And so, helmet on, I climbed in. The wind hit my cheeks, and I laughed—really laughed—for the first time in years.
We pulled up to a diner where a dozen more vests waited, patches gleaming: The Guardians. They greeted me like family, slid menus in front of me like I was royalty.
I ordered a cheeseburger and strawberry milkshake. It wasn’t just food. It was warmth.
