Everyone Thought This Tattooed Biker Was A Predator Until The Cops Found His Reality

As the cops left, the manager approached Bear’s table. “I apologize. I should have—”

“You should have minded your own business,” Bear cut him off. “But you didn’t. So now everyone here knows Lily’s private business. That her dad’s in prison. That her mom remarried. Things a seven-year-old shouldn’t have to hear discussed in public.”

Lily was trying not to cry. Bear pulled her into his side.

“It’s okay, baby girl. People are just scared of what they don’t understand.”

“They’re scared of you?” she asked in a small voice. “But you’re not scary. You’re safe.”

“I know, sweetheart. You know. But they don’t.”

The next Saturday, Bear expected trouble. Maybe the mother would have heard about the police incident and canceled visitation. Maybe the restaurant would find some excuse to refuse service.

Instead, when he walked in, the entire restaurant started clapping.

Veterans had come from all over town. The old man from the week before had spread the word. There were Vietnam vets, Gulf War vets, Iraq and Afghanistan vets, all there to support one of their own. Many wore their own motorcycle vests, their patches telling stories of service and sacrifice.

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