Every once in awhile someone sends us a
story that's so beautiful we are forever changed
by it. This is one of those stories.
It started in Winchester, Massachusetts,
43 years ago, when Rick Hoyt was born.
Somehow his umbilical cord became wrapped around his neck,
leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.
The doctors told Rick's parents that he would be a vegetable for
the rest of his life. But Dick Hoyt, Rick's father, didn't
believe it. He noticed the way Rick's eyes followed him around
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, Rick was finally able to
communicate. First words? "Go Bruins!''
And after a high 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 son five
miles? Still, he tried. "Then it was me who was handicapped,''
Dick says. "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
"No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyt's weren't
quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair
competitor. So, for the first few years, Dick and Rick
just joined the massive field and ran anyway.
Later, they would find 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 a
Still, Dick tried.
Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour
Ironman Competitions in Hawaii.
This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th
Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000
starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992 - only
35 minutes off 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 wheelchair at the time.
But to really appreciate the greatness of this love story, you
have to watch the following video... presented here,
courtesy of YouTube.