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

The biker who put my son in the hospital showed up again today, and I wanted to kill him.

Forty-seven days. Forty-seven days since Jake, my twelve-year-old boy, got hit crossing the street. Forty-seven days in a coma. And for forty-seven days, this biker—this stranger who destroyed my life—sat in that hospital room chair like he had any right to be there.