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

to the wall and put his hand flat against one of the drawings. He stood there a long time, head bowed.

I sat Tucker down on the edge of his bed. The whole crew filed in. Eight bikers in a hospice room for a five-year-old kid.

“All right, General,” I said. “First, we need a war room. Then we need a battle plan.”

Tucker’s eyes lit up.

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