Story by Jay Abington
I was at a roadside spring where I got some of the best water I ever drank. I am dirty from head to toe. I had spent the last 3 hours of the morning on dirt roads in Oregon. I have 2 weeks of living gear and a shot gun strapped to my gold wing. Just then, a car pulls up.
A woman and her 10 year old daughter jump out and head for the fountain behind me.
I notice that there is a boy about 8 years old in the car and he is just looking at me. I figure he likes bikes or something. Before I can wave, the little guy gets out of the car and is heading right for me. I glance behind me at the mom and she is watching. I turn back and say “well high there young man” as he approaches me. Without a word he walks up put his arms around my waist and his head on my leg hugging me. I was supersized to say the least. I didn’t quite know what to do so I reached down and patted him on the back for a second and said ‘well what did I do to deserve that?’
Without a word he lets go and walks to his mom and sits down. I turn around to mom for some kind of explanation and she said “he misses his dad”. “He used to ride a bike”. I said ‘you mean…….’ and she nodded yes. I will never forget that.
