Biker Chased The Man Who Grabbed My Toddler From Walmart Into An Empty Alley

A biker took a knife to the ribs in an alley behind Walmart so my daughter could keep her little brother.

That’s how I have to say it, because that’s what happened. I’ve had three weeks to find softer words and there aren’t any.

My son Eli is nineteen months old. My daughter Ava is seven. I had both of them with me because daycare was closed and I needed diapers and I thought I could manage a quick trip.

I was digging in my purse for my card at the self-checkout. Ava was holding the cart. Eli was in the seat.

Ava screamed. Not a kid scream. Something older than that.

A man had Eli. Just had him. Scooped him out of the cart and turned for the doors like he was leaving with a bag of chips.

I dropped everything and ran. The doors were too slow. By the time I got outside he was already across the fire lane, heading for the corner of the building.

There was a biker sitting on his motorcycle by the cart corral, smoking. Big man, sixties maybe, road vest, silver rings on every finger. He looked at me. Looked at the man. Threw his cigarette down.

He didn’t say a word. He just went.

I have never seen a man that size move that fast. The man with Eli heard him coming and turned into the alley behind the store, where the delivery trucks park. Dead end. He must not have known.

I got there thirty seconds later and the world had gone quiet. The biker was on his knees on the concrete. Eli was in his arms, screaming, his little fists in that gray beard. The man was gone.

The biker looked up at me and held my son out with both hands, very gently, like something that might break.

« Take him, » he said.

That’s when I saw the red spreading across the front of his vest. I saw the handle of something sticking out just under his ribs.

I grabbed Eli and started screaming for someone to call 911. The biker just sat back against the wall and closed his eyes.

« Don’t worry about me, » he said. « Worry about that man. He wasn’t a stranger. I know him. He’s my own……………(Continue reading in the C0MMENT)