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HOLY COW!!!!!!

---- Granata wrote:

> Hi All,

>

> Just saw this on the local listserve. Oh my goodness, just like the

> sender said, " Get some tissues for this one! "

>

> Real Story:

> I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans.

> Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them

> to swimsuit shoots.

> 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 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed

> him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming 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 years

> ago, 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 told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick

> was nine months old. " Put him in an institution.''

>

> 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, 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 Boston Marathon.

>

> " No way,'' Dick was told by a race official.

> The Hoyts weren't quite 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 a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.

> Well, now they've done 212 triathlons, including four

> grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a

> buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an

> old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, 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'' he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile

> as they run, swim and ride together.

>

> 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.

>

> " No question about it,'' Rick types. " My dad is the

> 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 that one 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 in Holland, 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.''

>

> (Now, watch the video and turn on your speakers)....

>

> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjPrL3n63yg

>

>

> ---------------------------------

>

>

[Guest guest]

Thanks so much for sharing!!!! , mom to Nicala & ,ds/adhd/autism (age 9), (age 7) and (nine months). Vaughan wrote: HOLY COW!!!!!!---- Granata <juliesurecode> wrote: > Hi All,> > Just saw this on the local listserve. Oh my goodness, just like the > sender said, "Get some tissues for this one!"> > Real

Story:> I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans.> Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them> to swimsuit shoots.> 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 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed> him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming 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 years> ago, 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 told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick> was nine months old. "Put him in an institution.''> > 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, 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 Boston Marathon.> > "No way,'' Dick was told by a race official.> The Hoyts weren't quite 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 a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.> Well, now they've done 212 triathlons, including four> grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a> buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an> old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, 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'' he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile> as they run, swim and ride together.> > 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.> > "No question about it,'' Rick types. "My dad is the> 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 that one 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 in Holland, 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.''> > (Now, watch the video and turn on your speakers)....> > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjPrL3n63yg> > > ---------------------------------> >

[Guest guest]

Does anyone know where this video is now? It was removed from the site by the

user. I really love it and just sent it to my husband's cousin who just ran the

same marathon in Virginia Beach as the Hoyts. I really wanted him to see the

video.

---- Granata wrote:

> Hi All,

>

> Just saw this on the local listserve. Oh my goodness, just like the

> sender said, " Get some tissues for this one! "

>

> Real Story:

> I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans.

> Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them

> to swimsuit shoots.

> 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 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed

> him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming 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 years

> ago, 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 told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick

> was nine months old. " Put him in an institution.''

>

> 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, 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 Boston Marathon.

>

> " No way,'' Dick was told by a race official.

> The Hoyts weren't quite 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 a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.

> Well, now they've done 212 triathlons, including four

> grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a

> buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an

> old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, 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'' he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile

> as they run, swim and ride together.

>

> 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.

>

> " No question about it,'' Rick types. " My dad is the

> 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 that one 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 in Holland, 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.''

>

> (Now, watch the video and turn on your speakers)....

>

> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjPrL3n63yg

>

>

> ---------------------------------

>

>

[Guest guest]

Never mind, I found it again.

same marathon in Virginia Beach as the Hoyts. I really wanted him to see the

video.

>

>

> ---- Granata wrote:

> > Hi All,

> >

> > Just saw this on the local listserve. Oh my goodness, just like the

> > sender said, " Get some tissues for this one! "

> >

> > Real Story:

> > I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans.

> > Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them

> > to swimsuit shoots.

> > 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 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed

> > him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming 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 years

> > ago, 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 told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick

> > was nine months old. " Put him in an institution.''

> >

> > 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, 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 Boston Marathon.

> >

> > " No way,'' Dick was told by a race official.

> > The Hoyts weren't quite 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 a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.

> > Well, now they've done 212 triathlons, including four

> > grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a

> > buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an

> > old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, 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'' he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile

> > as they run, swim and ride together.

> >

> > 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.

> >

> > " No question about it,'' Rick types. " My dad is the

> > 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 that one 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 in Holland, 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.''

> >

> > (Now, watch the video and turn on your speakers)....

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > ---------------------------------

> >

> >

>