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“I’ve Been A NICU Nurse For Thirteen Years, And I Almost Judged A Giant Tattooed Biker By His Hands. He Asked To Hold The Baby Nobody Had Come To Visit, And Sat In The Same Chair For Twelve Hours. Then A Nurse Noticed The Small, Faded Tattoo On His Wrist: A Name, And A Date.”

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into life, healing, and hope for another family, I realized something. Marcus hadn’t just saved a lonely baby on a cold Thursday morning. By opening his giant, scarred hands to the world’s most fragile lives, he’d let the world heal him right back.

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