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

across the parking lot toward a man covered in tattoos and leather.

“Are you a real biker?” he asked when they reached me.

I got off my Harley and crouched down to his level. He was about as tall as my chest. Maybe five years old. A plastic bracelet on his wrist with his name printed on it. Tucker.

“Yeah, buddy,” I said. “I’m a real one. You okay?”

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