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WheelsOfGrace.com | Volume 10 Issue 5 | 5 Having been a biker for most of my life, sporting a ponytail that extended to well below my belt, I'm now a cancer patient, with hardly any hair at all. But, with or without hair, I've been privileged to experience two grand sides of life—the wild and wooly and the slow and easy. Walking down the halls, or sitting in the waiting rooms of some of the best cancer hospitals in the country, I have seen many men sporting do-rags. Most of them are not bikers or biker wannabes. They're just regular guys who want to cover their thinning hair or bald heads. Each time I see an old crusty dude with his do-rag tethered loosely to his balding brow, I stop and ask, "Are you a biker?" Even if they're not, a sense of pride swells up inside of them and they smile and wish they were. If they were bikers, in their youth or adulthood, they express with a renewed posture that let's me know they were proud to have been part of a culture that only a few are ever granted the privilege to enter. These ol' timers may no longer be able to straddle their steel stallions and ride like the wind, but their life of excitement, adventure and adrenaline rushes is something they will always cherish. Their golden years of activity may be behind them, but the memories of days gone by are still vibrant echoes of the past. Many of those old bikers are on their last stretch of life, yet they have no fear of death. Why? Because they're ready to meet their Maker. Those old timers' smiles are real and a sparkle still shines through their eyes because they know where they're going when death comes for them. They will go to Heaven. Then there are those older guys who don't have the peace that passes all understanding—the peace that is so reassuring that one needs not fear death. They've lived life to the fullest, on the edge and beyond, but never took seriously the fact that life does not end when we die. We must tell them. So, the next time you're in a cancer hospital, a shopping center, a café, a gas station or wherever you may be, and you see an older guy who doesn't move as fast as he used to, who has a look of "things are not going well for me" and whether he's sporting a do-rag, a baseball cap or no cover at all, be nice to him and tell him, regardless of what's going on in his life that there is hope…His name is Jesus. Richard Headrick, Founder Hellfighters M/M THERE IS ONLY ONE HOPE…