The Biker Who Hit My Son Never Missed a Day at the Hospital — Until the Morning My Boy Finally Woke Up

The Accident That Changed Everything

Forty-seven days. That’s how long my twelve-year-old son, Jake, lay motionless in a hospital bed after being hit by a motorcycle. Forty-seven days since the sound of screeching tires and sirens shattered our lives.

The police said it was an accident — that Jake had chased a basketball into the street, that the rider wasn’t speeding, wasn’t drinking, that he had even stayed at the scene and performed CPR until the ambulance arrived.

But when you’re a parent watching your child fight for his life, logic doesn’t matter. All I could see was the man who had taken my boy away from me.

His name was Marcus, though I didn’t know it at first. The first time I saw him was on the third day. I walked into Jake’s room, and there he was — a tall man in a leather vest, gray in his beard, reading Harry Potter out loud beside my son’s bed.

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