But Carolyn mulled over that meeting. And I went online to the B.A.C.A. website to find out about their work. I watched two great videos, one short, one long. I sent Carolyn their beautiful, powerfully written creed. And she said, “Make sure they come to your reading. They’re protecting kids and your book’s about a neglected kid. It’s a perfect match.”
So I called the Tooele chapter and extended another welcome. On July 23rd—the night of my first Truck Stop Reading—twenty minutes before we began, a strong kind man in black said, “You must be Barbara,” and I threw my arms around him and said, “B.A.C.A.’S here!”
Then Clutch and Droopy, the B.A.C.A. dudes, let me take a few shots with them and their bodacious bikes. And for the grand finale, we drove off into the sunset together, Guest House, Droopy, Clutch and I.
I didn’t sleep much last night. I was so grateful for the long arms of men like that who care for children they’ve never even met because the children need their strength and their numbers. You find me a group with better intentions in this our day and age, and I’ll invite them to my next reading.
Thanks, B.A.C.A. My only regret is I did not buy a T-shirt. The v-neck one with red piping. Size small. Next time.
I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse…
My past has prepared me, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I’m finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by the faith in my works, and lean on the strength of my brothers and sisters. I love with patience, live by prayer, and labor with power.
My fate is set, my gait is fast, my goal is the ultimate safety of children.