The Hospital Staff Mocked My Biker Dad While He Was Dy.ing

When my 68-year-old father suffered a stroke while riding his Harley, ER staff met him with indifference, muttering about an “organ donor” biker. Unconscious, blood-stained, and judged for his rough exterior, they missed his true self: a decorated combat medic, single father, and nonprofit founder aiding veterans with PTSD. A photo of me in my graduation gown softened their initial disdain, but I vowed he’d get proper care and they’d regret their bias. Awake but unable to speak, he wrote to check on Katie, a scared cancer patient he’d promised

to visit, revealing his compassion. The crash, caused by another driver, triggered the stroke, and his helmet saved him. Confronting the neurologist about his prescribed medical marijuana, I leveraged my attorney background to demand respect. Soon, Katie visited with cards, shifting staff attitudes. Now, his room brims with support, and I’m proud to defend him, with phase two of my plan set for tomorrow.