She Couldn’t Do Anything
She was taken aback and watched in horror as the bikers surrounded her child through the window. They roared their engines before coming to a halt. They stepped off their bikes one by one and approached her.
As the men neared her daughter, her eyes began filling with tears. The biggest biker got down on his knees and handed her a helmet. Then it became evident to her what their intentions were.
She and her mother lived in Ohio. Every single morning she would sit and wait for the bus to take her to school. She was meant to be a normal 7-year-old girl.
However, things weren’t as simple as that, she had some problems at school. Things got a lot more complex for her, just as she believed she had found the answer to her difficulty.
Seven-year-old Jennifer Miller loved anything to do with bikes. She enjoyed going around on her bicycle, and she even expressed an interest in motorcycles.
There was a neighborhood motorcycle club that rode around the area, and few people who weren’t members of the club were known. Jennifer, on the other hand, would make the error of coming too near to them one day.
What Was Going On?
Jennifer’s mother would soon realize that her daughter was encountering issues at school. Every day after school, her daughter would come home in a foul mood. As soon as she arrived home, she would run to her room.
It was not normal behavior for her usually energetic daughter. It broke her heart to see her daughter so sad. She was filled with concern, but once she received the answer to her question, she was stunned.
Jennifer’s mother was so concerned that she asked her daughter what was going on, and she just responded with, “Kids are picking on me.” She couldn’t believe her ears when she heard what she was going through. She knew she needed to help her daughter, but she didn’t know how.
But then it dawned on her that she could try helping her daughter by reaching out to the community. But she’d discover she’d gathered inappropriate people to assist her daughter, and the results would cause her to end up in tears.
She hated to see her daughter in such agony, and she knew the only thing she could do was ask for help. Given her daughter’s interest in biking, she knew of the perfect number to contact.
She dialed the number on her phone and patiently waited for them to answer. She had no clue what can of worms she was busy opening.