It was a quiet afternoon at a diner when a tiny boy, barely five, stormed up to a table of leather-clad bikers and dropped a crumpled piece of paper in front of them.
On it, in uneven handwriting, were the words: “DADDY’S FUNERAL – NEED SCARY MEN.” His cape was on backwards, his fingers stained with marker, and his plea was simple but urgent: he wanted strong, fearless people to honor his father, Officer Marcus Rivera, a police officer who had been killed in the line of duty.
The bikers, men accustomed to intimidation and toughness, froze, confronted with courage and innocence far greater than their own.
The boy, Miguel, explained that his mother was too overwhelmed to ask for help and that the children at school told him his father needed “scary men” to protect him on his way to heaven. The leader of the bikers, Big Tom, knelt down and assured Miguel that they would come.
