By: Wally Wersching
I was invited to participate in the “Warriors For Christ” Chapter of the Christian Motorcycle Association’s (CMA) Diaper Run in Gaffney, SC on February 18th. The diapers would be delivered to the Cherokee Pregnancy Center in Gaffney.
I had never heard about a “Diaper Run” before. I discussed it with a few non-biker friends, and they thought it might be for a bunch of old bikers who couldn’t hold it anymore. After some thought, we decided that type of run would be a “Depends Run” not a “Diaper Run”.
The invitation said to meet at the Pilot gas station in Gaffney with the kickstands up at 11AM for the ride to the center. There also was a mention of a fifty-mile ride afterwards if the weather was good enough for a comfortable ride.
I left home about 10AM because I know it takes about a half hour to get to the gas station. I’ve done business there before.
When I arrived, there were only a few bikers standing around talking. I was welcomed, and started talking with a few of the men. As we talked, more and more bikers rode in, and parked. Some went inside to get breakfast but most just stood around sharing their adventures. Most were members of the CMA from chapters in the area but there were also people from other biker ministries, and there were a few, like me, that were not affiliated with any organization. Most of the bikes had diaper boxes strapped on the back. It looked different. The brightly colored diaper boxes clashed with the black biker image.
I met an ex-Navy man. He was also on a Destroyer but much newer than the WWII one I was on. It was interesting to talk with someone who went through similar experiences. After a few minutes, Roger, the president of the “Warriors For Christ” Chapter arrived. He drove his truck because it was loaded with diapers – donations from people he knew.
I gave a copy of The Carolinas’ Full Throttle Magazine to a man and his daughter. He rode in on a Suzuki Burgman scooter. He was admiring “Miss Vickie” saying how beautiful she was. I’ll always talk with people who like her.
As we were talking, I noticed a Victory motorcycle roll in. I had to walk over to talk with the couple who rode it in. To my surprise, he was retired from the Air Force, and originally came from the Chicagoland area – Lake Zurich, IL. He’s now teaching math and physics at a local Christian school. We’ve got a lot in common. I had to give him a copy of The Carolinas’ Full Throttle Magazine, and invite him to be on my E-mail list so we could stay in touch.
We were then asked to join around for the prayer, after which, the Road Captain took over, and described the route we would take to the center. It was only a few miles to the center. I stayed toward the rear of the group because I don’t like riding with a lot of people I don’t know.
Within a few minutes, we were rolling in the lot behind the center. After we all parked, we were invited to bring the diapers into the building. A couple of the ladies who worked at the center welcomed us as we put our diapers on the large table. When we were through, the table was full of diapers, and other things a baby might need.
The two ladies thanked us again and again for everything. They herded us all behind the table for a group picture. There were too many of us for a single photo so she took a panoramic video of us instead. It gave all of us a very warm feeling that we could help babies, and their mothers.
We went back to the bikes where they were holding a “Bike Blessing” for anyone who wanted it. Many of the 32 bike owners opted for the blessing. I asked that “Miss Vickie” and I be blessed. It’s always good to have God on your side.
After saying good-by, I headed back home. When I arrived, I talked Cindy into going out to the Italian Gardens restaurant in Boiling Springs, NC for my “Birthday Meal”. Yes, February 18th is my birthday. It has been for 73 years. Helping someone less fortunate was a great way to enjoy my birthday.