The foster parents pushed the little autistic boy out of their car at the motorcycle dealership and drove away, leaving him with just a note saying “Can’t handle him anymore.” I was buying new brake pads when this kid in dinosaur pajamas just stood there in the parking lot, rocking back and forth, clutching a worn stuffed dragon while customers walked around him like he was invisible. The dealership manager was already calling the police to “remove the abandoned child” when the boy walked straight up to my Harley, placed his small hand on the gas tank, and spoke his first words in six months: “Pretty bike. Like dragon wings.”…CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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