Most people would have called 911 and waited, but Tank knew this baby didn’t have time.
The interstate was shut down by the worst blizzard in forty years. The nearest hospital with pediatric cardiac surgery was 846 miles away in Denver. With her tiny heartbeat fluttering against his chest, Tank made a choice that would define his legacy. He kick-started his Harley and rode straight into the storm.
For eight hours, Tank battled whiteout snow and ice. Somewhere outside Cheyenne, his Harley finally skidded. Rescue crews later found him unconscious, hypothermic, bleeding—but inside his leather jacket, strapped to his chest, the baby was alive. His body had shielded her from the crash and the snow. Tank never woke up, but Hope survived. She reached Denver in time for the surgery that saved her life.
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