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

can yell at you in the lobby. But you’re going to that hospital.”

I called her.

I don’t remember exactly what I said. I remember her screaming. I remember her crying. I remember her saying, “Dad? Dad, are you sure it’s her?”

I remember telling her yes.

And I remember her saying, “I’ll meet you there.”

Not “don’t come.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

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