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

I wanted to be angry. I wanted to scream at him for the accident that had stolen my wife and my future. But then I looked at the man who had sat with me for twelve hours every week for four years. I thought of the coffee, the books, the gin rummy, and the hand held in the dark. I realized that Marcus had been atoning for his mistake long before he signed the surgical consent forms. He had become my family when my real family had walked away.

I told him that Jennifer believed in redemption and that she would have forgiven him long ago. I told him to go through with the surgery, not just for me, but so he could finally begin to forgive himself.

The surgery was a success. Six months have passed since Marcus gave me his kidney, and for the first time in years, I am living a real life.

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