This 5 Year Old Boy Offered Bikers His Lunch Money to Beat Up His Cancer

Pete was still on his knee, hands folded in his lap, lips moving silently.

I looked over Tucker’s shoulder at his mother. She had both hands pressed against her mouth. I gave her a small nod.

We were in.

I scooped Tucker up onto my hip like he weighed nothing. Because he did. He weighed less than my saddlebag.

“Lead the way, General,” I said. “Show us continue reading …