I never thought I’d say this, but the man who changed my life the most wasn’t a friend or a family member. He was the biker who hit my son. Forty-seven days — that’s how long my twelve-year-old boy, Jake, lay in a hospital bed after the accident. Forty-seven days of silence, tubes, and machines. […]
The mute six-year-old girl ran straight into the giant biker’s arms at Walmart, frantically signing something while tears poured down her face. I watched this massive, tattooed man in a Demons MC vest suddenly start signing back to her fluently, his hands moving with surprising grace as other shoppers backed away in fear. The little […]