The Biker Who Became Her Angel How One Stranger Saved a Dying Girl’s Last Days

In spite of the fact that I am sixty-two years old and have been riding for forty years, I was not prepared for what I witnessed in the lobby of a hospital one afternoon.

While a young mother called Sarah sat holding her daughter Aina, who was six years old and suffering from cancer, an administrator informed her that she had to go because her insurance was “maxed out.”

They wanted her to take her dying kid back to the car that she had been living in for several months. Aina was bald, fragile, and losing her battle with cancer.

I walked up, introduced myself, and told the administration that if they forced this woman and child out of the building, I would sleep in that hallway every night—and I would bring two hundred motorcyclists with me.

Something broke inside of me. It is tranquil and calm, but it is impossible to ignore. My brothers from my motorcycle club arrived within minutes, and their presence filled the lobby with a quiet show of support.

Furthermore, a child advocacy worker who I was familiar with raced over to ensure that Aina’s care would be paid for. In response to the onslaught of compassion and cameras, the hospital quickly retreated and admitted her without delay.

A warm room, a real bed, and the kind of care that every child who is ending their life deserves were provided to Aina.

During the subsequent twelve days, my brothers and I paid her visits, brought her toys, told her stories, and made an effort to bring a smile to her face.

All of a sudden, Sarah received assistance with housing and support. And when Aina passed away, she told me that she was going to meet my daughter Emily in heaven.

She did so in a gentle manner, with her mother holding one hand and me holding the other. Leukemia was the cause of Emily’s death twenty-six years ago.

When I heard Aina say that, it broke my heart yet at the same time it helped me heal something inside of me.

The burial that Aina deserved was delivered by my club. Sarah was able to get back on her feet, in a new career, and in a new life with our assistance.

Today, she is a social worker who assists families similar to her own, and she does so while carrying the memory of her daughter with her.

There is a common perception that bikers are harsh, dangerous, and inaccessible. Real bikers, on the other hand, look out for those who are vulnerable.

As others remain silent, we speak up for ourselves. We do not allow a child who is in the process of dying to be disregarded because of a spreadsheet.

When I first met Aina, she had only two weeks left to live; however, those two weeks were filled with love, dignity, and comfort rather than fear as she sat in the back of a car.

Exactly that is what every youngster needs. Have a peaceful rest, Aina. Currently, you are with Emily. No longer are either of you experiencing any pain.