Clarksville, TN – When I first began this journey, I was struck by how welcoming bikers were. I was meeting a whole new group of people that I had NEVER met. With my background in broadcasting, it was only natural that most people knew me, or had heard of me.
I wasn’t sure what to expect.
In the world I had come from, it was VERY superficial and VERY political. You really didn’t know who your friends were and there were only a handful of people you could trust. Most people I had to work with only cared about what they could get from you, or what you could do for them.
There weren’t many CLOSE friendships.
Because of the nature of my job (talk show host) I couldn’t be perceived as being too close to a politician, or a news maker, for fear of being labeled biased. I really couldn’t afford to get too close to anyone.
In the biker world, it’s a “come one, come all” sort of mentality. If you rode, you were a brother. If you rode, you would ride with us. I developed regular riding partners, and established new friends. Friends who didn’t give a DAMN who I was or who I had been.
Bikers will “rally” around their own in a heartbeat. If you’re stranded, they’re stranded. If you need anything, they will get it for you. And if you’re down on your luck for some reason, they will be there. If you’re hurt, THEY’RE hurt!
This is what I’m experiencing at the moment.
When I had my accident last year, it wasn’t that serious, but all of my friends, near and far, were there for me.
The other bikers I was with last year, rallied around me immediately. Stephen rushed home and got his truck and trailer and returned to bring me and my bike home. The entire group followed me home and got me and my bike where we should be.
The called, they messaged, they prayed, and they encouraged. I was SO touched!
My most recent accident (and I hate having to say that) has been no different. I have heard from hundreds and hundreds of you through my website encouraging me to “get well soon” or “hang in there” or “I’m praying for you.”
The day of the accident, they stayed at the scene and secured my motorcycle and personal belongings. They came to the hospital and sat in the emergency room with my wife and son until I was stable.
They came to the hospital and to my house. I’m OVERWHELMED with emotion.
Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t lift me up to encourage me as I struggle with my injuries. I’ll get a text message out of the blue from someone who sent it at the most perfect time. When I needed it most!
I’m blessed by your stories about your own personal journeys or your accident. I can’t tell you how many people I’ve heard from who shared their “DEER” stories and how they survived and continued to ride. People who had more serious accidents than me.
In a world filled with hate and discord, suffering with a media that constantly reminds us how “bad” things are, it’s refreshing to be reminded how “GOOD” things are and how GOOD people are.
These are bikers!
I would do the same thing. I would be there to help stop the bleeding, or pull up your pants. I would help get the damaged motorcycle back to where it belonged. I would visit the hospital. Do whatever I could do, because that’s what bikers do and I would NEVER let a biker down.
I know firsthand what it feels like to be cared for. To be loved and respected. It’s a beautiful world and I’m blessed by you.
Together we share the pain.
Thank you for your support.