Old Biker Carried Abandoned Heart Baby Through Blizzard When Everyone Else Gave Up

Tank’s Ride Through the Blizzard At 71, Tank had lived a life most wouldn’t dare — bar fights, road crashes, years on the move, even a tour in Vietnam. But nothing prepared him for what he found one freezing night in a Montana gas station bathroom: a newborn wrapped in a thin blanket, a note pinned beside her. “Her name is Hope. Can’t afford her medicine. Please help her.” The Choice Outside, the worst blizzard in forty years howled across the plains. The baby’s lips were already turning blue. Tank could have called 911 and waited — but the hospital… CONTINUE READING…