Little Boy Ran To The Scariest Biker And Begged For Protection
At a midnight gas station, a barefoot six-year-old boy in torn pajamas ran straight to me clutching my leather vest and begging, “Please pretend you’re my dad before he finds me.” Moments later, a clean-cut man pulled up in a truck, demanding his “son” back. The boy whispered that this man—his stepfather—had hurt his mom, maybe…
