They Said I Couldn’t Be a Dad—Then I Met Lucas
The afternoon sun stretched across the motorcycle dealership parking lot as I stepped outside, only to see a small boy in dinosaur pajamas clutching a worn stuffed dragon. Shoppers passed him by, unaware or unwilling to notice. At sixty-four, with nearly half a century of riding and more than twenty years as a widower, I…
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