New to a small Ohio town, I once mistook a late-night scene of bikers filling bags at a convenience store for a robbery and called the police. Instead, I learned it was a weekly tradition: the bikers collect unsellable food and supplies from the owner and deliver them to people in need across the county.
Called the Friday Night Raiders, the group quietly supports struggling families, the elderly, and unhoused neighbors with no desire for attention. I joined them that night, and what began as fear became a powerful lesson in generosity—one that turned me into a volunteer and changed how I see people forever.
