Biker Brought My Baby To Prison Every Week For Three Years When I Had No One Left

“Yes baby,” I tell her. “Papa Thomas is a hero.”

I made terrible choices. I robbed someone. I terrorized an innocent person. I went to prison. I wasn’t there when my wife died or my daughter was born.

But I got a second chance. Because of a stranger. Because of a promise. Because of a biker who understood that everyone deserves someone who shows up.

I’m going to spend the rest of my life being worthy of that second chance. Being worthy of Destiny. Being worthy of the faith Thomas put in me when he had no reason to.

And when Destiny is older, I’m going to teach her what Thomas taught me: that family isn’t about blood. It’s about who shows up. Who keeps their promises. Who loves you when they don’t have to.

Thomas showed up. For my wife. For my daughter. For me.

And I will never, ever be able to repay him.

But I’m going to try. Every day. For the rest of my life.