Inspiration Information — Team Hoyt pt. 2

by aaron on August 15, 2010

“You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love.  You have to deserve your father’s.” –Robert Frost

There are so many inspirational stories out there, that it almost feels sacrilegious for me to revisit an old story, even if it continues to be one of my all time go to favorites whenever people ask me to share an uplifting tale.  But this coming Sunday is Father’s Day, and the truth is I have not yet found another story as profoundly moving as the father-son bond between Dick and Rick Hoyt.

If you need a refresher on who these two incredible athletes are, you can link back to my original post here.  But what I wanted to share today, in honor of honoring all the amazing fathers out there, is this eloquent father’s day letter which Rick wrote to his dad (using the insanely laborious process of a computer reading Rick’s eye flutters to spell each letter of each word out one-by-one).  It first appeared in the June 2007 issue of Men’s Health Magazine:

What My Father Means to Me
My name is Richard E. Hoyt Jr., and I have cerebral palsy. I cannot speak or walk. To write this story, I’m using a computer with special software. When I move my head slightly, the cursor moves across an alphabet. When it gets to the letter I want, I press a switch at the side of my head.

I am half of Team Hoyt. We are a father-and-son team, and we compete in marathons and triathlons around the world. Our goal is to educate people about how the disabled can lead normal lives. We started racing in 1979. My high school was having a road race to raise money for a lacrosse player who was paralyzed in an accident. I wanted to show this athlete that life can go on, so I asked my dad if he would push me. My wheelchair was not built for racing, but Dad managed to push me the entire 5 miles. We came in next to last, but in the photos of us crossing the finish line, I was smiling from ear to ear!

When we got home, I used my computer to tell Dad, “When I’m running, I feel like my disability disappears!” So we joined a running club, had a special running chair built, and entered our first official race. Many of the athletes didn’t want us to participate, but the executive director of the event gave us permission. Soon we were running three races a weekend, and we even did our first double event–a 3-mile run and a half-mile swim. Dad held me by the back of the neck and did the sidestroke for the entire swim. We wanted to run in the Boston Marathon, but we were not allowed to enter because we had not done a qualifying run. So in late 1980, we competed in the Marine Corps Marathon, in Washington, D.C., finishing in 2 hours, 45 minutes. That qualified us for Boston!

A few years later, after a road race in Falmouth, Massachusetts, a man came up to my dad and said, “You are quite an athlete. You should consider a triathlon.” Dad said, “Sure, as long as I can do it with Rick.” The man just walked away. The next year, the same man said the same thing. Again, Dad said he’d do it, but only with me. This time the man said, “Okay, let’s figure out what special equipment you’ll need.”

So on Father’s Day in 1985, we competed in our first triathlon. It included a 10-mile run, during which Dad pushed me; a 1-mile swim, during which Dad pulled me in a life raft with a rope tied around his chest; and a 50-mile bike ride, during which he towed me in a cart behind him. We finished next to last, but we both loved it. Soon after, we did our first Ironman Triathlon. We’ve now competed in more than 950 races, including 25 Boston Marathons and six Ironmans. During every event, I feel like my disability has disappeared.

People often ask me, “What would you do if you were not disabled?” When I was first asked, I said I’d probably play baseball or hockey. But when I thought about it some more, I realized that I’d tell my father to sit down in my wheelchair so I could push him. If it weren’t for him, I’d probably be living in a home for people with disabilities. He is not just my arms and legs. He’s my inspiration, the person who allows me to live my life to the fullest and inspire others to do the same.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. And thank you.

-Richard E. Hoyt Jr

Acknowledgement and acceptance are the two qualities I seek most from my Dad.  Yet reading Rick’s letter is a revelation to me… because I realize that unconditional love should be a two-way street.  As much as I want to make my dad proud, I want him to know how proud of him I am.  How lucky I feel to have him as the foundation and momentum of my gradual evolution into manhood.  I want to switch places with him for a while and push him down the pot-holed road of life.

So this father’s day, I plan to follow Rick Hoyt’s example: I’m going to write my dad my own letter that expresses exactly how deeply blessed I feel to have him at my back.  I encourage you to do the same.  I mean, after all the many years and miles our fathers have carried us along, a simple gesture of acknowledgment and gratitude is the least we can do.

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