ST.40 Bikers Took Shifts Holding Dying Little Girl’s Hand For 3 Months So She’d Never Wake Up Alone In Hospice
Her last words, before the cancer took her voice, were: “I wish I had a daddy like you.” They were whispered to Big John—a 300-pound Harley rider with teardrop tattoos and hands like baseball mitts—who had stumbled into Room 117 by accident, just looking for a bathroom. That wrong turn changed everything. Not just for…