The Biker Who Hit My Son Never Stopped Visiting — Until the Day My Son Finally Spoke
I never thought I’d say this, but the man who changed my life the most wasn’t a friend or a family member. He was the biker who hit my son. Forty-seven days — that’s how long my twelve-year-old boy, Jake, lay in a hospital bed after the accident. Forty-seven days of silence, tubes, and machines….