Story from a Classified Ad

4-wheeler for sale. The words on the page do not do this four wheeler justice. You see it was my only sons first buy. He saved up for it and the joy on his face when he got to take me dad to help him pick it how warmed my soul. We settled on the 2005 Yamaha 200 cc. He didn't want to look anymore once he laid eyes on it but he just wanted to drive it the hour ride home. I told him he can drive it onto the trailer and go crazy once we get home. Many nights were spent hoarse throat trying to yell at him to come in and get ready for bed, stop driving around when it is midnight. Looking back on it I wish I would of just let him take it for as long as he wants. Two years after this purchase he was diagnosed with leukemia. Imagine having to put your child through the torture of dealing with that and seeing the pain and tears in their eyes. Even the strongest man on the planet would break as easy as Achilles hit in the heel to a child in pain. He fought long and he fought hard. Day by day I would visit him and you could see him slipping away. The doctors gave him six months because he wasn't responding to treatment. My wife and I decided to bring him home. I picked up my only child, my baby boy in my arms and held him for the whole ride home, making sure that he never saw the tears in my eyes. Those next five months (he didn't make it all the way) went by way too fast. He started not being able to move on his own. He couldn't keep food down and more and more you could see the pain in his face changing to depression along with it. My child had only a little time left on this planet and I needed to make the most of it for him. My face lit up when I saw that Yamaha in the backyard next to the broken down swing set. I scooped him up out of bed, surprised by how light he had gotten, and dressed him warmly for the experience we were about to have. I grabbed the helmet and put it on him, sat him down and swung my leg right behind him. It was a little cramped for the both of us and my back end hung off the back but we were just going for a stroll. I started it up and we took off. We never went too fast just fast enough to get the wind blowing in our faces. For the first time since he was diagnosed I heard his laugh again. Before I knew it we were both laughing and hollering. All the pain and suffering we were going through got lost in the wind that was trailing behind us now. For the next two months we would take these rides and it would be the only joy it brought to him. Luckily for me, he passed away in his sleep the day after he told me he loved me with all his heart and we took our last ride. This four-wheeler was a main part of him that I never wanted to get rid of but unfortunately we got struck with very hard times and the recession. So to you it may be just a four-wheeler that is a fun ride for your child but know the joy that it brought to my son and I hope whoever buys this four-wheeler will treasure it just as much as I did is I all I ask of you God.