Anti-bullying programs were adopted in nearby school districts. Principal Davidson resigned. A new principal implemented real change.
I left my job.
I couldn’t clean the halls where Mikey had suffered. I sold our home and created a scholarship in his name for young artists.
Sometimes I ride with the Steel Angels now. Sam taught me.
I’m not a natural biker, but I show up for funerals, for grieving families, for kids like Mikey. At a recent funeral, a father asked, “You’re here for my son?” I nodded. “We all are.”
When thunder rumbles now, I think of Mikey.
I think of all the children who needed someone to listen. We can’t bring them back—but maybe, with enough noise, we can save the next one.
And that’s something worth riding for.
