Biker Held The Screaming Toddler For 6 Hours When Nobody Else Could Calm Him Down

“I get it,” Dale continued, not trying to touch him yet. “This place is scary. Lots of strangers poking you. Bright lights. Beeping machines. Your mama’s scared too, I bet. Your daddy. Everyone’s scared. And that’s a lot for a little guy to handle.”

Something in Dale’s voice—the low rumble, the calmness—made Emmett pause for just a second. Still crying, but listening.

“I’m scared too,” Dale said honestly. “I’m real sick. That’s why I’m here getting medicine. It makes me feel yucky. But you know what helps me? My brothers. They sit with me. Hold my hand. Make me feel less alone. You think maybe I could sit with you? Make you feel less alone?”Continue reading…