I was twenty-nine years old and completely desperate after my car engine died, leaving me unable to work. I found an online listing for an old Harley Davidson motorcycle that needed work and cost exactly ninety-eight dollars. I visited the seller at a quiet, abandoned repair shop where an elderly man handed me a folded piece of paper and asked if I had family nearby.
I used my last remaining money to purchase the rusty motorcycle and pushed the heavy machine two miles to my home.
The next morning, I was sitting on my newly purchased motorcycle in a Walmart parking lot in Riverside, California. A stranger approached me and quietly insisted that I shouldn’t be riding the bike.
What happened next changed everything…
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