The Father-son Bond of Dick and Rick Hoyt

Wild Thing’s comment……….
I have always loved the stories of the human spirit. There is truly nothing that can beat it. I guess that is one of the reasons I am such a huge supporter of our military too. The human spirit that rises in a soul to want to serve our country. That voice inside a person that says, make a difference in this world as much as you can no matter how big or small, but make a difference. Give back to a country that you love, carry on the fight for our freedom that others before have fought for and paid the highest price to make it possible.
This story is another story of the human spirit. The love of a Father for his son. The bond a Father has with his son and what they do together as a team.
I had not heard of this family till one of my friends in the Cotillion, Romeocat, shared a video of them. My heart was touched so much, tears streaming down my face and my heart bursting with such pride in how love carries any of us to the greatest lengths we never dreamed we could do.

Here is just a small part of the story from HERE

Dick and Rick Hoyt are a father-and-son team from Massachusetts who together compete just about continuously in marathon races. And if they’re not in a marathon they are in a triathlon — that daunting, almost superhuman, combination of 26.2 miles of running, 112 miles of bicycling, and 2.4 miles of swimming. Together they have climbed mountains, and once trekked 3,735 miles across America.
At Rick’s birth in 1962 the umbilical cord coiled around his neck and cut off oxygen to his brain. Dick and his wife, Judy, were told that there would be no hope for their child’s development.
“It’s been a story of exclusion ever since he was born,” Dick told me. “When he was eight months old the doctors told us we should just put him away — he’d be a vegetable all his life, that sort of thing. Well those doctors are not alive any more, but I would like them to be able to see Rick now.”
When the computer was originally brought home, Rick surprised his family with his first “spoken” words. They had expected perhaps “Hi, Mom” or “Hi, Dad.” But on the screen Rick wrote “Go Bruins.” The Boston Bruins were in the Stanley Cup finals that season, and his family realized he had been following the hockey games along with everyone else. “So we learned then that Rick loved sports,” said Dick.

Here is their story

Thank you……
* Romeocat……Cat House Chat