R e z i n

Five years ago, I was a motorcycle mechanic and tow truck driver. There was a dog shelter at the site of my former motorcycle club’s clubhouse. I started volunteering there and eventually adopted one of the dogs that I used to walk. The rest is history. Bishop was 6 at the time, and had had a really rough life.

When I used to volunteer at the shelter, I had a hard time dealing with all the things that had been done to the dogs that were there by people. Part of the way that I dealt with it was to think that all the dogs in the shelter had been horrible people at some point in a former life and somehow deserved the horrible things that happened to them. If the being had been sufficiently punished they got to go to the shelter, but if they repented, they got to go to a home.

I really hope somebody gets me a motorcycle someday!