Biker Who Hit My Son Visited Every Single Day Until My Son Woke Up And Said One Word

Because that’s what good men do. They show up. They take responsibility. They turn tragedy into love.

People ask me how I forgave Marcus. The truth is, there was nothing to forgive. He didn’t do anything wrong. He was a good man who got caught in a horrible accident, and instead of running from it, he ran toward it.

He sat in that hospital room for forty-seven days, reading to a boy he’d never met, because twenty years ago nobody read to his son as he died. He couldn’t save Danny. But he helped save Jake.

And in the process, he saved me too. He taught me that grace isn’t about deserving. It’s about showing up. It’s about loving people through the worst moments of their lives.

Last week, Marcus’s motorcycle club did a charity ride for children’s hospital trauma victims. Jake rode on the back of Marcus’s bike, wearing his honorary vest. I followed in my car, watching my son laugh and point at things, alive and whole and happy.Continue reading…