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

Thomas fought harder than anyone I had ever known. He convinced CPS to grant him emergency foster custody, completed inspections and classes, and showed up at that prison every week — rain, snow, heat, didn’t matter — to hold my daughter up to the glass so I could watch her grow. For three years, he drove hours each way with a car seat strapped to the back of a  motorcycle club member’s truck, determined to keep his promise to my wife. Through that glass, I watched Destiny’s first smile, heard her tiny voice say “Da-da,” and felt a kind of hope I thought prison had beaten out of me. Thomas sent letters and photos constantly, filling my cell with updates, drawings, and milestones. Everyone in the prison — even the toughest men — eventually called him “the real deal,” because no one had ever seen loyalty like that.

There were moments when everything nearly fell apart again—like when Thomas suffered a heart attack and I feared my daughter would go back to the system. But even then, he fought back, returned to visitation pale but determined, and set up legal documents and a support system so Destiny would always be cared for. Continue reading…