Bikers Showed Up to Protect My Child — Then Everything Changed
Mikey, my fourteen-year-old son, took his life after relentless bullying by four classmates, leaving a note naming them. As a high school janitor for twenty-six years, I’d learned to hide my pain, but his death left me broken and powerless. The school dismissed it as “unfortunate,” offering no justice, and suggested a quiet funeral to…
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