My Family Never Came To My Dialysis For 4 Years But This Biker Was Always There For Me!

My son came once, spent twenty minutes scrolling through his phone, and left before the machine had even finished cycling my blood. My ex-wife sent flowers on my birthday, but they were withered by the time I returned from the clinic. For a long time, I lived in a state of profound abandonment, wondering if my life had become nothing more than a series of medical appointments and quiet despairs.

Then there was Marcus. At first, I was suspicious. I assumed he was confused or waiting for someone else. When I asked him why he was there, he simply said, “To keep you company.” When I told him I didn’t know him, he replied, “Not yet.” Over the next four years, that “not yet” transformed into a brotherhood. I learned his coffee order, his favorite authors, and the names of his two grown children. I learned that he volunteered at three different charities because staying busy was the only way he knew to keep the grief of losing his wife at bay.

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