on the other.
His name was Mike. A mechanic. Forty-seven. His daughter, Kaylee, was diagnosed with leukemia at nine. Insurance helped, but not enough. They sold their house. Worked nonstop. Raised money through his motorcycle club. But they were still $40,000 short.
“I was drowning,” he said. “My baby girl was dying, and I couldn’t save her.”
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