Stolen dirtbikes

Me and my father were on our own for about 5-6 years beacuse my mom and dad had gotten divorced. Me and my dad moved to Downtown Atlanta with the love of his life. They met at a motocross track and started talking much more. Her name was Melanie. She and her son (My now step brother) were great people and dad not deserve what happened a couple weeks ago... I was at my mothers house, and i was told to get up at 4 am to go to knoxville tn to go race a motocross race. I was so happy to go race again now that race season was starting back up. I was laying in bed, looking at my clock... 4 o'clock rolled around, 4:30 passed, 5 o'clock,  had thought my clock was off. I went downstairs asking what time it was. Yup it was 5 and i asked where my dad was. My mom sat me down and told me that my motocross bike had been stolen. My bike that i loved and cared for, gone. Not only was my bike stolen. My fathers and my brothers were stolen as well. When i got the news i was heart broken. My brother, Ethan and my dad, Ryan had loaded up all the bikes up on the trailer (not an inclosed tralier) we had done this a number of times and nobody had gave us a problem. Melanie had been in Las Vegas and had not even had a clue what happened. My dad was the most heart broken out of all of us. He had grown a mental relationship with these bikes (no hes not crazy these bikes ment the world to him) and when somebody takes something that you work on day in and day out, i dont have a clue what he is feeling. When i had gotten the news my dad came to pick me up to mourn over our stolen bikes. My dad and Melanie work so very hard for these bikes and when somebody rips that away from you, its like loseing a child, i had never felt this kind of pain before and it hurts, bad.  Even a small donation would mean the world for our family to replace the bikes. Thank you