Biker Ripped Car Door Off With His Bare Hands to Pull Trapped Girl From Flames

said carefully. “You want to ride with her, sir? You can ride with her.”

“No,” I said. “Her mother should be the first face she sees.”

He nodded. They closed the doors.

I stood there on the shoulder of Highway 9 and watched the ambulance pull away with the only piece of my daughter I had left in this world.

Duke gave me a minute. Just a minute. Then he continue reading …