100s of Bikers Showed Up At Our Door After I Posted My Son Couldn’t Go To Prom Because Of His Wheelchair
The day I called the hotel to confirm my son’s prom accessibility and got, “Wheelchair users must enter through the service door,” something inside me snapped. Seventeen years of watching Jake fight for dignity. Doorways too narrow. Ramps too steep. People’s expectations too low. He never complained—not about muscular dystrophy, not about classmates who avoided…
