I Sold Crotchet Toys to Raise Money for a Classmate’s Ill Mom & Was Stunned at Seeing 30 Bikers Standing in Front of My Yard the Next Day
Every day after school, I sold handmade toys to raise money for my friend Ethan’s dying mother. Devastated by a cruel prank—fake money from a rich kid, Caleb—I went to bed defeated. The next morning, 30 Iron Eagles bikers, led by my late dad’s friend Big Joe, lined up outside my house. My dad, their former president, taught me strength is protecting the weak. Despite his tough exterior, he was my hero, lost to a drunk driver three years ago.
When I told Big Joe about Caleb’s betrayal, the bikers confronted him at his mansion. His father, furious, made Caleb work all summer to repay the fundraiser. The Iron Eagles then organized a “Ride for Hope” rally, raising triple the funds needed for Ethan’s mom’s cancer treatment. She survived and is now in remission.
Caleb, changed by his summer job and seeing cancer’s toll, apologized and started his own charity drive. I forgave him, believing people can change. Kindness and community outshine cruelty, a lesson my dad’s biker brothers embodied, continuing his legacy of protecting others.
