11/21/2025
Bikers took my disabled sons to Disney after other parents said not to come as we'd ruin everyone's day. My boys, Lucas and Mason, both in wheelchairs, had been talking about going to Adventure World for two years.
Two years of watching their classmates share photos and stories while they sat at home. Two years of me saving every penny I could. Two years of planning for one perfect day.
I'd finally saved enough. Bought the tickets online. Arranged special transportation. Called ahead about wheelchair accessibility. Told the boys we were going on Saturday, October 14th. They counted down the days on the calendar, marking each one with a big red X.
Lucas, who's eleven and has cerebral palsy, practiced his biggest smile in the mirror every morning. "I want to look happy in all the pictures, Mom," he said.
Mason, nine years old with muscular dystrophy, made a list of every ride he wanted to try, even the ones he knew his wheelchair couldn't access. "Maybe I can just watch other kids ride them," he said. "That would still be fun."
The morning we were supposed to go, I posted in the local parents' Facebook group. Asked if anyone else was going that day, hoping maybe the boys could make some friends. The responses destroyed me.
"Please reconsider. The lines are long enough without wheelchairs making them worse."
"My daughter's birthday party is there Saturday. This is her special day and seeing disabled kids will upset her."
"Maybe go on a special needs day instead? It's not fair to normal families to have to deal with that."
One mother private messaged me: "I'm not trying to be mean, but my son is scared of wheelchairs. Can you please go another day?"
I sat in my bathroom and cried. Showed my husband David the messages. He punched a hole in our bedroom wall, then sat on the bed and cried too.
How do you tell your children that the world doesn't want them at a theme park? How do you explain that their wheelchairs make other families uncomfortable?
We didn't tell them. We lied. Said the park was closed for maintenance. Lucas's face crumpled. Mason just nodded and wheeled himself to his room. I heard him crying through the door.
That's when David did something desperate. He called his old friend Tommy from high school. Tommy was in a motorcycle club now.
The kind of guys who look scary but raise money for children's hospitals. David hadn't talked to him in years, but he called anyway.
"I need help," David said into the phone. "My boys... the other parents... we just wanted one good day." I could hear Tommy's voice through the phone, couldn't make out the words, but David started crying harder. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
Three hours later, three motorcycles roared into our driveway.
Three massive men in leather vests climbed off their bikes. Tommy, who David hadn't seen in ten years. And two others who introduced themselves as Bear and Marcus.
They looked exactly like the kind of men those Facebook parents would cross the street to avoid.
Tommy walked straight to Lucas and Mason, who were watching from the window. "Hey boys, I'm your dad's friend Tommy. These are my brothers Bear and Marcus. We heard you wanted to go to Adventure World."
Lucas's eyes were huge. "Our mom said it's closed."
"Well," Tommy said, looking at me, "it's not closed. And we're going to take you. All of us. Your parents too. And if anyone has a problem with your wheelchairs, they'll have to deal with us."
And what they did at the park to those who commented bad was so satisfying as a mother and ensure no one would even look at my son with bad intensions.
(Check farst C0MMENT to see what they did)
