Old Biker Carried Abandoned Heart Baby Through Blizzard When Everyone Else Gave Up

At 71, Tank thought he’d seen it all—bar fights, crashes, even Vietnam. But nothing prepared him for the newborn he found in a gas station bathroom, wrapped in a thin blanket with a note: “Her name is Hope. Can’t afford her medicine. Please help her.” The baby was blue from the cold, a bracelet on her wrist reading: “Severe CHD – Requires surgery within 72 hours.”