After an eleven-hour nursing shift, I was walking through the hospital parking garage when a man grabbed me from behind and dragged me toward the stairwell. I couldn’t scream or fight. Then a motorcycle headlight cut through the darkness, and the attacker let go. A biker named Marcus pulled him away, called security, and stayed with me until I was safe.
The next night, Marcus returned—sitting quietly in the waiting room, watching me leave. He continued showing up after every shift for two weeks, walking a few steps behind me to ensure I got to my car safely. When I finally asked why he kept coming back, he said, “Because I should’ve been here sooner.”
His consistent presence helped me heal, one small moment at a time. What could have been a tragic end became proof that courage and kindness still exist—and sometimes, heroes don’t just save you once. They keep showing up.
