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Rebecca. We had a wedding planned, and dreams of kids and a house that felt full.
I used to imagine Sunday mornings with pancakes and cartoons and little voices calling me Dad.
Then she packed a bag and left. Just like that.
That was the day my life collapsed.
I fell into a depression so deep I stopped believing I was meant to have a family at all. I stopped believing in much of anything, honestly.
Biking saved me.
There’s nothing like speeding down the freeway on a bike to make you feel alive. The quiet rules of the community gave me a sense of stability, while the open road made me feel free.
For the past 30 years, that was my life.
At night, I worked as a security guard, but on weekends, I was free enough that I could pretend there wasn’t a gaping hole in my heart.
But standing there in front of that little girl, I felt something I thought I’d buried for good stir awake.
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