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

my room,” he said. “I have drawings of him. So you’ll know what he looks like.”

“Drawings of who?” Hammer asked.

“The bad thing. The cancer. I draw him every night so I’ll remember his face.”

The elevator went quiet. Floor two. Floor three. I just kept smiling at Tucker and stroking his bald head with my thumb. Floor four.

The doors opened onto the children’s continue reading …