Why do I work so hard for the Knytes?

This evening right before I went into the local Charter meeting of the Knytes here in western Wyoming some ignorant guy smugged and asked why I work so hard and sacrifice so much for a bunch of road bumbs as he called us, (damn near got his ass turned into manure) ? The answer is very simple. Even long , long, before I 1983 when my Mom died, there was the club, but we we as a open public fan club, was not as brotherly as we became from 83 onward. When my Mom died in March of 1983, there was not one dang member of our local Ward of the LDS church there in Hazzard, Idaho, that even came up, put their arm around me and did some brotherly love and compassionate caring. Nope, even after two years prior giving up a warehouse of my own toys some that today would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars as collectables. I even had an original batmobile miniature with diamond headlights that got gave away. The list goes on, but nobody from the Priesthood, Relief Society , NOBODY from that Ward in Hazzard, even came up and asked if they could help with even the most small of domestic skills, like sewing etc, to date I still can't make a pancake or French toast. I can make exotic southern dishes that I've learned how since but still no pancake. Can't heim a pair of pants. But it was the Knytes that came up to the big house that got me out of a very bad mental state , to where I could function. Bro taught me how to cook, Rick taught me how to handle money, Skipper taught me business skills, Jimmy taught me how to sew. Jimmy also although barely taught me how to play guitar , Jimmy went with me all the way to Grace Idaho, for the burial , it was the Knytes. Few weeks ago, had an invite from our Bishop to become an indexer for our Ward here in Wyoming. I was really excited, Bishop said he'd get the people to train me over so I could get started. Since then no phone call, no visit. It might be noted I was once escalated in the ladder of progression in the Church , in Hazzard, but seems when the Bishopric changed 3 times the record of that escalation was lost. Really? Real answer; I busted two Bishop' sons for excessive speed and one for narcotics and thus the escalation in the church was mysteriously lost. 
I'm getting off topic. I work hard to not only to keep alive this organization that has become 250,000 strong today that started with the Divine-9 as we call ourselves that met in a tiny malt shop in Hazzard in 1982. I am dedicated to each and every patched member, and serve daily even hourly for not only the members , but their families, wives, daughters grandparents, etc. The Knytes are not just a biker club, we are a mongrel mix of a bikers club, big rig truckers organization , aviation club, and of course an organization dedicated to bringing all states of this nation to and part of the Confederate States including the Mountain West. So why do I work so hard for this club? Its simple, when I go to bed at night, and put my head on my pillow, I know that while my Heavenly Father protects me from heaven, there are Knytes near by with swords and knives watching over me as well. I know when I close my eyes that the love of 50 local club members as well as the rest of the Knytes love me and would not give it a second thought to lay his or her life down or spill blood for me. Nor I them. That's why I work so hard for the Knytes. 
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TTYLY