4 Year Old Said “Please Take Me To Heaven” to Biker While Showing Cigarette Burns on Body
“Please take me to heaven,” the barefoot little girl said to me at 3 AM on a deserted highway in freezing rain.
She was four years old. Wearing nothing but a Disney princess nightgown. Lips blue from cold. Clutching a teddy bear with one arm and reaching for me with the other.
“Please take me to heaven where mommy is.”
I’m Ray Morrison. Fifty years old. Been riding forty-two years. I’ve seen combat. I’ve seen men die. I thought I’d seen the worst humanity had to offer.
I was wrong.
