It's Not All About Photography
As most of us who watch the news is aware, the attack at the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando hit a little too close to home. This past Saturday, I had the opportunity to participate in a motorcycle run to benefit the first responders who helped so many people that survived and dealt with those who perished.
This is one of the reasons that I belong to a motocycle chapter. Although this was not a chapter event, I was invited to attend this event by a couple of our members. Whenever I can, I ride in support of a charity, or in this case, I rode for those in need of support. We, the general public, cannot fathom what it must be like to live through something this horrific, nor can we understand what the victims families are going through.
I rode with a group of bikers that I had never met before. I rode with bikers of different religions, color, ethnicity and those who spoke different languages. It didn't matter to any of us. When we rode as a group, there were no differences between us. We rode for a purpose. We rode for those who died. We rode for those who survived and their families. We rode to say thank you to those who put their lives on the line. We rode as one. And for a short time, we lived as one.
The next time you see a group of motorcyclists riding down the road in their leathers and colors, don't be afraid or intimidated. Give them a nod or a wave. Most likely these are a group of people that will be the first to help you if you are in trouble.
To all those that gave and lost that day, Happy Independence Day.
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