“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.”

was much softer than I expected.

I glanced at his volunteer badge. He’d passed the checks, completed the training, been approved for the infant comfort program. Still, I hesitated, and I’m ashamed of the reason. I looked at his hands. Huge. Rough. Scarred. For one second, I wondered if hands like that could possibly be continue reading …