Insurance covered part of the treatment.
But not everything.
So Mike did what desperate parents do when they believe their child’s life depends on it.
He sold his house.
He worked constantly.
He took every job he could get.
His motorcycle club organized fundraisers.
They held charity rides.
They collected donations.
They asked businesses for help.
They did everything they could.
But despite all of it, Mike was still $40,000 short.
Forty thousand dollars stood between him and the treatment his daughter desperately needed.
“I was falling apart,” he told me.
His voice cracked.
“I had a little girl dying in a hospital bed, and I couldn’t afford to keep her alive.”
One afternoon, Mike couldn’t hold himself together anymore.
He left his daughter’shospital room because he didn’t want Kylie to see him crying.
He walked into the hallway.
He leaned against the wall.
And he broke down.
