"Take me home and love me"

I found this bike in Old Montreal a few years back. I think about this bike from time to time. It was just left in the street with as sign that said, "Take me home and love me," in English and French. People kept walking on by with barely a glance. Poor bike.
A few hours later, after my friends and I finished dinner at a restaurant, we walked down the same street and just a block or so from where we had originally seen it, the same bike was lying discarded on the ground. Its tires were all warped and broken and its frame had been bent. The sign was still attached.
I know it's just a bike and that it doesn't have feelings, but I have feelings and they were broken by some hooligan out for mindless destruction.
In a lot of ways, we, as people, are a lot like that bike. Just broken machines, alone on the streets looking for someone to love them. And when they're destroyed with little thought and much malice, it hurts us all.
Human dignity is something we all share, and damage to one spirit is damage to them all.