Biker Who Hit My Son Visited Every Single Day Until My Son Woke Up And Said One Word
When a motorcycle struck my twelve-year-old son, Jake, my world stopped. He lay in a coma for forty-seven days — machines breathing for him, silence filling our home. The biker who hit him, a man named Marcus, never walked away. He sat by Jake’s bedside every single day, reading aloud, praying, and keeping vigil beside…