The Autistic Boy Grabbed My Vest And Screamed But I Never Met This Kid Before

The autistic boy clutched my leather vest and screamed relentlessly for forty minutes while his mother struggled to pull him off me in the McDonald’s parking lot. I’m a 68-year-old biker with more scars than teeth, and this random little boy had latched onto me like I was his lifeline, shrieking every time his visibly…
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