A Seven-Year-Old Boy Rode Three Miles Across Phoenix to Save His Little Sister

Sandra made a quick mark on her paper and stepped down onto the concrete.

She walked around the freezer, looking closely at the painted steel case.

“Who unlocked it?” she asked.

“I snapped the lock bracket with a pry bar after my son rode his bike to my job site to tell me,” I said.

Sandra’s pen stopped.

“Your seven-year-old son rode three miles on a bicycle in hundred-degree heat?”

“Yes,” I said.

“He fell on the gravel apron near the pharmacy and tore his left knee wide open, but he got to me.”