She just got out of jail. Her parents can’t handle her anymore. She’s been abused. Her daughter is 2 years old and living in foster care. She’s on suicide watch. She does drugs and is addicted to alcohol. These were the very stories of young girls I was going to talk with about inspiration at a state-run home for girls.

Do you think they felt inspired? Probably not…

Do you think they wanted to be inspired? Probably not…

Do you think they ever thought in a million years that they would inspire someone else? Definitely not…

But maybe I could inspire them… maybe my motorcycling lady friends could rev a little inspiration into their lives… maybe we could be inspired by them…

These tough, young girls felt inspired. Through the rumble of our engines, the secret of our coming was revealed. We watched them race to the windows as we roared up on our motorcycles. Each liked a different motorcycle style and excitedly commented on the rainbow of colors. “When I grow up, I want to ride a motorcycle like yours!” Oh yes… they were inspired.

These tough, young girls wanted to be inspired. Starving. They were starving for the attention of strong women who were there just to hang out with them. No judgment. No condemnation. During a group conversation, whenever we asked them a question, their hands shot up, waving in the air, desperate to share. These were bright-eyed, spirited young ladies who wanted to be inspired.

These tough, young girls did inspire someone else. Without even knowing it, they inspired a group of middle-aged women who they just met for the first time. These girls could’ve simply given up with all life had thrown at them but they didn’t. They inspired us to keep pushing forward, believing in ourselves, and never giving in to the curves life throws us.

We left them with a challenge… to intentionally inspire each other. How can you inspire the girl next to you? How can you be an inspiration to your family when you return home? What can you do to be an inspiration to your young children while you’re away from them?

I don’t know what happened to all the girls that were there that day. I don’t know how their stories end. But what I do know is that they continue to inspire me to be the best mom, wife, and woman I can be.

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