Medics and onlookers were taken aback by the small size of the girl in a princess dress who was crouching next to an unconscious motorcyclist off Highway 84. To soothe him, she gently sang “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” while her tiny hands pressed against the wound in his chest.
“Don’t take him!” she cried as paramedics arrived. His friends aren’t here yet, so he’s not ready! The girl insisted that she was there to protect the man while he waited for his “brothers,” despite their assumption that she was in shock.
At that moment, motorcycles began to roar closer. “See?” the girl whispered. I informed you. Last night, he appeared to me in my dream.
When he saw her, the lead rider froze. “Emma? However, he said, “You’re dead.” Marcus “Tank” Williams was the biker, and Emma was his daughter, who had passed away three years prior from leukemia.
The girl introduced herself as Madison. However, Emma comes to see me in my dreams. She instructed me to protect her father. One of the bikers gave the precise blood type Madison had specified as they hurried to Tank’s aid. Later, medical professionals verified that her actions had saved his life.
Madison took Tank to an old oak tree after he had recovered for several months. She said, “Emma wants me to show you something.” Tank discovered a rusty box with a letter Emma had written before she passed away while excavating beneath the tree. In it, she foresaw that Madison, a girl, would come to his rescue just when he needed it most.
Tank sobbed, certain that Madison was haunted by his daughter. Madison smiled and added, “Emma says she likes your new red bike.”
Among biker circles, the story quickly gained traction. Those in attendance believed it, while others dismissed it as a coincidence. As a living example that miracles can occur and angels can occasionally manifest in the most unlikely ways, Tank and Madison are still family today.
