300-Pound Biker Collapsed Sobbing on the Highway Holding a Tiny Pink Shoe

I’m a 300-pound biker and last Tuesday I collapsed on the side of I-40 holding a tiny pink shoe that stopped my heart.

I’d been riding that same stretch of highway for twenty-two years. Same route. Same exit. Same gas station coffee at the Love’s in Henryetta.

I never once looked at the guardrail at mile marker 118.

That morning something made me look.continue reading …