The Biker Who Hit My Son Never Missed a Day at the Hospital — Until the Morning My Boy Finally Woke Up

Last week, Marcus’s motorcycle club hosted a charity ride for children’s hospital patients. Jake rode behind him, proudly wearing his honorary vest. I followed in my car, watching the two of them ahead — one man haunted by the past, one boy given a second chance.

And I realized: sometimes angels don’t have wings. Sometimes they wear leather jackets, ride Harleys, and show up every day — even when they don’t have to.