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 stole her voice, were: “I wish I had a daddy like you.” They were whispered, barely audible, to Big John — a 300-pound Harley rider with teardrop tattoos under tired eyes and hands like baseball mitts — who had stumbled into Room 117 by accident, just looking for a…