My Son Was Dying When He Asked a Rough-Looking Biker to Hold Him — What Happened Next Changed Everything
The hospital waiting room felt colder that day than it ever had before. Maybe it was the air conditioning, or maybe it was the weight of what the doctors had just told me. I sat there holding my seven-year-old son, Liam, his body small and fragile in my arms. His breathing was soft, almost fragile,…