I Abandoned My Sick Daughter At Hospital But A Stranger Biker Became The Only Family She Had

Last week, Lily drew a new “My Family” picture. This time it had three people: her, me, and Grandpa Thomas. She wrote “I Love My Family” at the top in crayon.

I cried for an hour.

I don’t deserve this second chance. I don’t deserve Thomas’s kindness or Lily’s forgiveness. But I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of both.

And every night, when I tuck Lily into bed, I thank God for the stranger biker who became my daughter’s family when I couldn’t be. Who kept her alive. Who kept her believing in me even when I’d given up on myself.

Thomas Crawford saved my daughter’s life. And in doing so, he saved mine too.

That’s what bikers do. They show up. They stay. They love. Even when the people who should be doing those things fail.

I failed. But Thomas didn’t.

And because of him, I get to try again.