October 20, 2008

A message we all need to remember

Filed under: Essays — unwriter1 @ 7:12 pm
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I didn’t write this, but it is worth reading.


I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn’t see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday
I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn’t see me playing Santa at the local Mall.
I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant when you saw my bike parked out front. But you didn’t see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief, or organizing a Poker Run for Cancer.
I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But you didn’t see me riding behind you, when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car and hit me..
I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children. But you didn’t see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn’t see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love
I saw you roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves. But you didn’t see me and my brothers donate our old ones to the homeless shelter for those that had none
I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn’t see me cry as my children where born or have their name written over and in my heart. For I love them more then life itself
I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But you didn’t see me going home to be with my family after work.
I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn’t see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But you didn’t see me pat my child’s hands knowing she was safe behind me.
Nor did you see me squeeze my wife’s leg when she told me she loved me and was going to have my child. Nor did you see the tear of joy in my eye at the news.
I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn’t see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn’t see me trying to turn right.
I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But you didn’t see me leave the road.
I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But you didn’t see me. I wasn’t there.
I saw you go home to your family. But you didn’t see me. Because I died that day you cut me off
I was just a biker. A person with a job, children & loved ones. A person with friends and a family. We are not hoods, nor scooter trash, but Doctors, Lawyers, Brothers, Sisters, Wives, Husbands, Sons,
Daughters, White Collar, and Blue Collar workers. Still one of God’s Children, but you didn’t see me.
Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community..
If you don’t repost this, it sucks to be you. I hope you never lose someone that rides.



  1. I read thisa once before and it made me cry then also. Good post, Ron.

    Comment by Joyce A. Anthony — October 20, 2008 @ 9:50 pm | Reply

  2. I’e seen this story before, thanks to one of my daughters who is a Biker Mom. Of my 9 children she is the toughest, but also the one who is the softest.
    I am a grief counselor. One of my clients is in her mid 50’s, just abandoned by her spouse, and needed to move her trailer into storage. Her minister told her to go talk to the man in the trailer park, 2 streets over and he would get her some help.
    She was worried. But the minister told her the man was a member of their church, and also Presidet of her state’s Hell’s Angels group. Sure enuff he had several bikes in his yard, and several of his buddies there when she went by to ask for help. Big hearts all the way around. Don’t judge a Heart by the Tattoo’s and leather vest that covers it.

    Comment by Betty Butler — October 21, 2008 @ 5:01 am | Reply

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