Being as tiny as she was, the sight of the little girl dressed in a princess dress with her arms wrapped around a biker she found lying unconscious in a ditch off Highway 84 stunned the medics and the passing drivers who took their time to pull over and see what was going on.
When some of them approached the little girl, they could hear her sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” to calm him. Her tiny hands were pressed against the wound in his chest. It looked like she had done it on purpose in order to stop the bleeding.
The medics believed she was in shock or maybe scared, but the girl kept saying the injured biker was waiting for his “brothers” and that she was there to keep him safe until they arrived.
At that very moment, the sound of motorcycles approaching caught the attention of everyone gathered around the man.
“See? I told you. He showed me in my dream last night.”
The lead rider jumped off his bike and rushed towards the crowd. He then spotted the girl and froze. “Emma? But you’re dead,” he said.
Emma was the injured man’s, Marcus “Tank” Williams, late daughter. She’d died of leukemia three years earlier.
“I’m Madison. But Emma visits me in my dreams. She said I had to keep her daddy safe.”
The bikers rushed to form a chain to lift Tank out. Bulldog, one of his brothers, donated blood on the spot, exactly the type Madison had named. Doctors later said if she hadn’t kept pressure where she did, Tank wouldn’t have survived.
Months passed by since Madison found Tank, and now that he recovered from the injuries he sustained from the crash, she led him to an old oak tree in his yard. “Emma wants me to show you something,” she said.
Tank was confused. He kept wondering if this five-year-old girl really saw his late daughter in her dreams. Something deep down was telling him that Madison was indeed able to pass on his late daughter’s messages to him, so when she pointed at a spot near the old tree, Tank started digging.
It wasn’t long before he spotted an old rusty box buried in the ground. Inside was a letter Emma wrote before she passed away.
In it, she wrote that even though she won’t be there, the angels promised her that a girl named Madison would save him one day, when he would need it the most.
Tank couldn’t contain his tears. Through Madison, he could feel the presence of his sweet daughter. “Emma says she likes your new red bike. She always wanted you to get one.”
The story of Tank’s miraculous survival spread like a wildfire among the bikers from every corner of the country. Those who have heard it said it could be just a coincidence. Some believed it was something someone made up. But those who were there knew the truth.
Today, Madison is older, but she and her family are still very close with Tank. He became a family.
This story, no matter if you decide to believe it’s true or just an imagination, serves as a reminder that miracles do happen, and angels do exist. Maybe not in the form of divine creatures with wings, but as ordinary humans who appear at the right moment, in the right place, to change someone’s life forever.
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