Okay well this picture has really bad quality, but let me tell you a story. There’s this boy, and his name’s Dyllon. He’s the biggest bully and he’s always throwing stuff at me in school and I get so annoyed with him like he’s so rude. But today, I wore this brown cardigan thingy and the sleeves went down just past my elbows, so you could see some of my scars. In English I went to go hand him a pen or something and he saw them and he grabbed my arm and he like stroked one of them and smiled at me and I got really red and I thought he was gonna make fun of me for them, so I turned the other way. But he grabbed me and he hugged me and told me he loved me and then he showed me his arm and he had them too and I started crying and he told me it wasn’t worth it and that it’s okay and then he gave me his number and said if I ever needed him for anything to call him and he would do anything for me, even take the bus to my house if I needed him. It was the most serious I’d ever seen him be and i just love him so so much
“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.
If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.
And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”
During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.
“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.
“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.
“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.
“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
shit like this makes me have faith in humanity again.