Biker Played With My Sick Son Every Day For A Year Before I Found Out Why

A biker played with my sick son on the hospital floor every single day for a year. He never missed. Not once. And I had no idea why until a nurse told me something that broke me.

My son Eli was diagnosed with leukemia two weeks after his fourth birthday. The hospital became our home. Chemo. Blood draws. Eli screaming every time they put a needle in him. Me sleeping in a chair. My husband working doubles to keep the insurance.

Then the biker showed up.

Tuesday afternoon. I was in the hallway trying not to cry when I heard Eli laughing. A sound I hadn’t heard in weeks.

A man was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to Eli’s bed. Big guy. Leather jacket covered in patches. Tattoos on his hands and neck. He was playing  toy cars with my son.