At a busy truck stop, I watched something unforgettable. A towering biker—easily over six feet tall, covered in tattoos, and wearing a heavy leather vest—looked like someone few would dare approach.
But my 7-year-old daughter walked right up to him and gently placed her teddy bear in his hands.
He dropped to his knees. Right there on the hot asphalt, this fierce-looking man began to cry.
I later found out her words to him were simple: “You look like you need a hug.”
Sometimes, it takes the smallest heart to heal the biggest pain.
