Monday, August 14, 2006

A worthy story indeed

I cried my eyes out after reading this.
Strongest Dad in the World[From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]
I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans.Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuitshoots.But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy whileswimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right? And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 yearsago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth,leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs."He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors toldhim and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. "Put him in aninstitution.''But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. "No way,'' Dick says he was told. "There's nothing going on in his brain.''"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rickwas finally able to communicate. First words? "Go Bruins!'' And after ahigh school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, "Dad, I want to do that.''Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described "porker'' who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his sonfive miles? Still, he tried. "Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dicksays. "I was sore for two weeks.''That day changed Rick's life. "Dad,'' he typed, "when we were running, it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 BostonMarathon. "No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren'tquite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through atriathlon? Still, Dick tried.Now they've done 212 triathlons, including fourgrueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in adinghy, don't you think?Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? "No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for "the awesome feeling'' hegets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ridetogether.This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000starters. Their best time'? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutesoff the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things,happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchairat the time."No question about it,'' Rick types. "My dad isthe Father of the Century.''And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found thatone of his arteries was 95% clogged. "If you hadn't been in such great shape,''one doctor told him, "you probably would've died 15 years ago.'So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care)and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living inHolland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy."The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, "is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''


fatmarc said...

i saw that special on hbo, and did cry my eyes out. my buddy said in hawaii they came out of the water just behind him and the crowd went insane.


Anonymous said...

Wow I'm a dick. I gripe about carrying my boy to bed after he crashes on the couch watching Zack and Cody. I'm pathetic and this guy is tremendous....


gwadzilla said...

I hate crying at work

now there are tears on my keyboard

Squirrel said...

there is a video on google of this..totaly a crying situation:) Personly I cry alot.....I'm an emotional freaking roller coaster. I cried just this past sunday...again.....watching birthing videos....its all good though:)


Squirrel said...

ok.... so maybe it was youtube.


Manicmtbr said...

Yeah, I am crying right now too. ABC featured them on one of the Iron Man shows a few years back and I cried then too. They do not take no for an answer. That year, they missed a time cut-off and were told their day was done. They would not have it and continued on. They eventually caught up with other folks and finished, although they were not issued an official time.

Thanks for the cheers and tears (again).