It was about 20 yrs ago it was right after my mother had gotten really sick and we had to put her in anursing home cause my father could not take care of her like he wanted. I got angry at God cause my mother was such a good christian woman and why would he allow her to suffer the way he did. I was in a motorcycle club I had started earlier called the Brotherhood. We were not like a 1% or outlaw club even though some of my family thought we were. I had been over at one of my friends house and we were partying and I made the statement if God was such a loving God why was he making my mother suffer. My friends all said I do not know bro cause your mom always treated us nicely and one of them said she told me to call her mom. I was like I know and I decided to leave and go for a ride on my bike. As I was riding I can upon the church I greew up going too. I parked my Harley on the sidewalk outside the church and I reached out for the door and to my surprise it was unlocked and opened. I went in and sat in one of the pews and was looking at the cross and asked, why does my mother have to suffer why not just let her be at peace. About that time I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was the priest. He asked what had brought me to the church. I told him I use to go to the school and attended church here many years ago. I came to ask God why my mother has to suffer the way she is suffering. He asked me did I believe in God and his son Jesus Christ? I told him yes but right now i am angry and I left Jesus. He touched my shoulder and said my son you may have left him but he has never left you. He has been with you all the time even when you questioned him. He has not made your mother suffer any more than she can handle. At that time my heart was dark and cold. I left the church and got on my bike and as I rode the priest words kept going through my head. Over time my heart was not as dark and as cold and I started believing again in Jesus and I knew I could not go on like that any longer. It didnt happen over night but it took awhile for me to start believing in people and in our Lord Jesus Christ. I left the Brotherhood and just rode by myself for the longest time. In 2007 I started the Chapter of the Guardians of the Children Northern Virginia Chapter. We are a 501 C 3 non profit biker organization to help educate the public about child abuse. I have been the President of this Chapter since the beginning and its now my passion to be the voice for those children who do not have one. I was in a bad motorcycle accident right about the time I started this Chapter. It has pretty much ended me from riding but who knows. I am still a biker and always will be. But my passion for helping abused and bullied children will never stop. I have made my Chapter a fraternal chapter so anyone can join to help in our mission of stopping child abuse. The surgeon told me after my accident I came very very close to dying in that accident. But I guess there was a reason for me not and I make sure everyday I wake up I Bless Jesus for allowing me to spend another day on this earth. Also my wife has sarcoid and it has affected her lungs and she has lost some of her brathing ability. I have stuck by her side ever since we found out she has it and there is no cure. She is my wife and no matter what I stand beside her and will take care of her. I believe I have come full circle and I have broken some of the chains that have bound me. I am not dark and cold any longer and I have been accused of being to friendly mow. I have no regrets my only darkness now comes in putting pedophiles and pervs away from hurting our children. I stand by or Guardians of the Children motto," Don't Let Your Silence Drown Out Their Cries..... I will stand by that till I can no longer do it.... Its all about Saving One Child At A Time... Thank God I was given this chance to do something good and my only regret is my mom cannot be here to see it. But I know in my heart she is looking down and proud of what I am doing.....
