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Twenty-two years of patches gone.
All that remained was the choice he had made.
Eventually he picked up his helmet, started his bike, and rode away with the others.
No speeches.
No applause.
Just the quiet understanding that sometimes the hardest thing a person can do is choose what’s right over what’s closest to their heart.
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