A Very Kind Gesture

[BubbaHoTep]

It's very sad about the tragedy of the death of this child, but these farmers giving him his own parade is a cool story.

http://telegraphjournal.canadaeast.com/front/article/564730

"The outpouring of friendship is more than the Vanderlaans could have imagined, and the show of support from their friends and neighbours is giving them strength." A great gesture, imo.

[Al Kai]

Beautiful people.

[Orest]

Beautiful people


I'll second that.

[TreednNC]

speechless....wow

[sprtsracer]

What a gesture...to give this child joy on his final day on earth! I'm certain there are similar stories, but, sad as it is, and inspirational at the same time, here's the REALLY sad part: there are probably even more children in our OWN communities who could use the same thing but they don't get their wish. Maybe we just need to get off our butts and look for them. Thanks for sharing that, AJ!

[RuddeDogg]

Wow! I am tearin up. That brings back memories for me. My ex father in law and myself used to do toy runs on a regular basis with various mc clubs. You name them they were there. We would to various childrens hospitals acros the tri-state area and deliver the toys to the kids personally. On our last trip, we did a run to Childrens hospital in Camden NJ. There, I met a little boy named Brian. I introduced myself and said, "Hey little guy I'm Paul how are you?" He looked me in the eye and said, "I'm Brian, I'm dying, how are you?" You could have knocked me over with a feather. I ast and talked with Brian for quite a while. I asked him what he really wanted for Christmas and he said that he always wanted a ride on a Harley Davidson. "Well let me see what I can do about that." I said. I wnet to my father in law and he grabbed some of the other guys, ond of which was named "BEAR". The name fit the man. he's 6'8 ,460. That little boy touched Bear's heart. We met Brian's parents, great people, they were from Delaware. After meeting with them and telling them what Brian wanted we went to Brian's doctor and asked if he could be disconnected from his IV's. He said that it wouldn't be too much of a problem. So my father in law sends one of the guys to a local bike shop and we bought Brian the whole nine yards when it came to being a biker. Coat, vest, boots, chaps, etc. We got him dressed and took him down stairs to the bikes. I asked him which one he wanted to ride. There were, fat boys, softails, sportsters, full dressers you name it. ALL were Harley's. His face lit up and he couldn't decide which one he wanted to ride so we decided for him. He road every type of bike there around an empty parking lot that was going to be repaved. his mother told us that it was the first time Biran smiled in months. She thanked us and gave us a tearful good bye. A few months later my father in law called and stated that Brian had passed away and she wanted us to be at the funeral. Over 250 Harley's made the trip to Delaware to the funeral home. Bear had brought a custom Harley "Hearst" for Brian to ride on to be laid to rest. Brian was dressed in the leather that we got for him. On that day Brian was given colors from the Worlocks, Pagans, Hells Angels, The Blue knights (Leo's), The Scarlet Knights (fire fighters) and others. He became an offical member of each club that was there. We rode to the cemetary and when we arrived we picked guys to carry brian but Bear would not let anyone else do so. He did it himself. We laid him to rest and every biker there that day got a hand shake and hug and kiss from Brian's parents. you know times that make me question my faith at times because these are children. They shouldn't have to suffer like that. But, I am thankful that moment in time that I was able to bring some happiness into a child's life.

[BubbaHoTep]

Wow, RuddeDogg, yours is a GREAT STORY, too. The fact Brian was buried in those clothes and got to ride those bikes, all I can say is WOW. What a difference you all made in that child's life.

I feel the same way about faith sometimes when I see pain and suffering, much of which seems to be arbitrary. I think it's natural and "normal" to feel that way. But gestures like what you all did and what is discussed in that article show me that there is still goodness and hope. :)

[Al Kai]

[QUOTE=RuddeDogg;476227]Wow! I am tearin up. That brings back memories for me. My ex father in law and myself used to do toy runs on a regular basis with various mc clubs. You name them they were there. We would to various childrens hospitals acros the tri-state area and deliver the toys to the kids personally. On our last trip, we did a run to Childrens hospital in Camden NJ. There, I met a little boy named Brian. I introduced myself and said, "Hey little guy I'm Paul how are you?" He looked me in the eye and said, "I'm Brian, I'm dying, how are you?" You could have knocked me over with a feather. I ast and talked with Brian for quite a while. I asked him what he really wanted for Christmas and he said that he always wanted a ride on a Harley Davidson. "Well let me see what I can do about that." I said. I wnet to my father in law and he grabbed some of the other guys, ond of which was named "BEAR". The name fit the man. he's 6'8 ,460. That little boy touched Bear's heart. We met Brian's parents, great people, they were from Delaware. After meeting with them and telling them what Brian wanted we went to Brian's doctor and asked if he could be disconnected from his IV's. He said that it wouldn't be too much of a problem. So my father in law sends one of the guys to a local bike shop and we bought Brian the whole nine yards when it came to being a biker. Coat, vest, boots, chaps, etc. We got him dressed and took him down stairs to the bikes. I asked him which one he wanted to ride. There were, fat boys, softails, sportsters, full dressers you name it. ALL were Harley's. His face lit up and he couldn't decide which one he wanted to ride so we decided for him. He road every type of bike there around an empty parking lot that was going to be repaved. his mother told us that it was the first time Biran smiled in months. She thanked us and gave us a tearful good bye. A few months later my father in law called and stated that Brian had passed away and she wanted us to be at the funeral. Over 250 Harley's made the trip to Delaware to the funeral home. Bear had brought a custom Harley "Hearst" for Brian to ride on to be laid to rest. Brian was dressed in the leather that we got for him. On that day Brian was given colors from the Worlocks, Pagans, Hells Angels, The Blue knights (Leo's), The Scarlet Knights (fire fighters) and others. He became an offical member of each club that was there. We rode to the cemetary and when we arrived we picked guys to carry brian but Bear would not let anyone else do so. He did it himself. We laid him to rest and every biker there that day got a hand shake and hug and kiss from Brian's parents. you know times that make me question my faith at times because these are children. They shouldn't have to suffer like that. But, I am thankful that moment in time that I was able to bring some happiness into a child's life.[/QUOT

When I needed a bone marrow transplant Bikers from across Hawaii came forward to be tested as potential donors. I am not a Biker but they came forward to help a fellow Hawaiian when my back was against the wall.

By the grace of God I did not require the bone marrow transplant.

I have deep feelings of love and respect that words cannot convey.

[RuddeDogg]

Well Al, don't ya know all us Hawaiians are all related?:D:D:D

[Al Kai]

Yep, thats right.