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

The doctors said Jake’s brain was swelling. They said we had to wait. They said coma patients sometimes hear everything around them, that we should talk to him, play his favorite music, remind him why he needed to come back.

I couldn’t do it. Every time I looked at Jake with those tubes and machines, I broke down.

But this biker—this man I’d never met—he talked to my son every single day.

I first saw him on day three. I walked into Jake’s room and found this huge bearded guy in a leather vest sitting next to my son’s bed. He was reading out loud from a book. Harry Potter. Jake’s favorite.Continue reading…