The Biker Who Became Our Guardian Angel When I Lost Everything And Thought My Baby Would Be Taken Away

When my wife Ellie died just thirty-six hours after giving birth, I was sitting in a prison cell sixty miles away, helpless and grieving. I was serving eight years for a terrible mistake — armed robbery — and I knew the consequences were mine to bear. But nothing prepared me for the moment the prison chaplain told me Ellie was gone and that our newborn daughter, Destiny, had been taken by Child Protective Services. With no family and no rights left to fight with, I feared she would enter the same foster care system that shaped my own childhood. Then, weeks later, an unexpected visitor appeared: an older biker named Thomas Crawford, wearing a leather vest and carrying my baby in his arms. He told me he had been with Ellie when she died, holding her hand so she wouldn’t leave this world alone, and had promised her he would protect Destiny until I could.Continue reading…