maybe you are already aware of the story of dick and rick hoyt.
i wasn’t until this morning, when my mum, via my sister pam sent me the below link.
it is not father’s day, it is not family day, but we don’t need any excuse to celebrate love. the joy the hoyts must feel knowing they have tapped into a source of such joy for their son. that they proved science wrong.
take five minutes of your life and read and watch the below link.
and the greatest of these is love.
a 34 year old mother of four.
Are sandwich letters a bad thing? You know sandwich letters, you’ve received one before, everyone has. They’re an impersonal form of rejection. Think back to
Love comes in many forms. It isn’t my dad’s birthday, and it certainly isn’t Father’s Day, but today I want to dedicate my blog to
monica lewinsky was on the cover of a magazine the other day. she is a person i have a great deal of sympathy for. bill
when i first moved to hong kong in may 1997, charles and i were had student loans and virtually no capital. his contract was ending
This weeks’ cover of people magazine sees hollywood babes denigrate plastic surgery. they all do. yet no one is getting older in that celluloid, cellulite
I just watched this for the I dunno what # time last night. I did alright, too. Didn’t cry too much that time. I have seen this before, on Oprah.
I am debating whether to show my parents this or not. They have always taken in foster kids, and adopted a boy VERY similar to this man. His parents did not want to bother with caring for him and we thanked God daily that Social Services (God) put him in the care of my parents.
He died suddenly in his sleep last summer in our childhood home, outside Saskatoon, at the age of 13 1/2. This video reminds me SO MUCH of my brother. It makes me so happy yet makes me miss my brother. I am so glad that these parents didn’t listen to Drs and knew their son could do great things!
The song is SO AWESOME, because it makes me think of what my first thought was once I heard the horrible words that my brother was gone. He was running and talking and playing with Jesus! Finally, for the first time ever, he was free of that body that limited him so. As soon as my (then 6 year old)son heard that his beloved, wheelchair-bound uncle was gone, he squished his eyes shut and told us all to stop wailing and be quiet. We watched him, eyes squished shut and tears streaming out of them. We finally asked what he was doing. He said, “Davy asked God to shrink him down so he could fit on the back of a bald Eagle. I am watching them right now, they are flying through the sky and Davy is laughing!”
One of my brothers has just published his second book. He dedicated it our baby brother, David. If you care to, google “Sean Johnston” or “All This Town Remembers”, you can read a bit about it.
Thanks for sharing this with people, Tess. I am still not sure and am praying about if I should point my parents toward this. I am not sure they are ready to see something like this, they are still in a horrible place with their grief. That boy was their life. My Dad called him “The Joy of our Lives”.
This is truly an incredible story! Thanks again for sharing:)
Because my home ISP has been blocking Typepad again (another coup in the air? definitely, disapproval brewing) I’m sitting in a restaurant where the non-TOT server allows me access to your blog, Tess. There are a lot of strangers around me who might think I’m a little cuckoo. But the story and the images of the Hoyts made me cry. Out of joy for them and out of sadness for all the children not blessed with the support they need. The love and devotion evident between this father and son is so beautiful that I am, as they say in Yiddish, “verklempt”. Thanks for publishing the link.
One of my older brothers was born at just under six months, tiny, with facial deformities and a missing eye (the socket is there, but no orb behind the lid) due to medications my dad’s first wife took in the first trimester, and doctors told them to put him in an institution. When he was just a day old. Dad and his mum took him home with them…He just celebrated his 16th wedding aniversary and, despite (because of?) his visual challenges, he works in photo restoration.
(I owe you an email!x)
My brother and I are marathoners and triathletes so we’ve known of Dick and Ricky Hoyt for a while, I was watching the Boston Marathon a few years ago and was lucky enough to cheer them on. My brother called me from Ironman Hawaii a few weeks ago and said sadly that the Hoyts had not finished this year and were retiring. They are truly an inspiration.
I’m a trialthete from Mass and I’ve been in many races with the Hoyts! They are amazing(and they always finish before me.) If you ever happen by New Englad in the summer they are almost always in one of the Sunday races. They’ve also written a book about their experiences, not sure how widely distritbuted it is though, I havne’t gotten a chance to read it yet but it’s on my list.
Andrew’s first cousin is terribly handicap (caused through birth) and we know she understands more than she makes out. Watching this makes me/us realize that life is so special and WOW things can really happen. Love Ya Tess.
That is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing the story – I will pass it on to some parents of special needs children who could use the encouragement.
Tess, I did send this story to your hotmail account a few days ago….
I was so touched by that small video clip that I sat here and weeped barely able to see the computer screen. what a love story that is shows between a father and his son. The power of unconditional love.
Thank-you for sharing with others.
Auntie P xo
Thank you for sharing this link Tess – what a fabulous, heart warming story!
ummm, that’s the first thing that’s moved me to tears in quite a while. Thank you.
Hey Tess,
They are an incredible duo aren’t they!
My Dad, aged 69 ran the Boston Marathon last year, and requalifed for next year,so Landon and I were able to attend the marathon to watch my Dad. Waiting and watching for him, we saw the wheelchair athletes pass by, of course we cried, then we saw the Hoyt’s pass by, and then the tears really flowed.It is hard to describe the love that was so evident between them. They can teach us, what nobody else could. Thank you for sharing this, and for making others aware. Our pastor recently did a sermon on them, and showed the video clip. I sang a song called ‘Heroes’ that spoke of parents who take care of their special needs kids, and how they are heroe’s, though nobody knows their names. Powerful, to say the least. Anyhow, love you and hope you are doing well, and that Carys is keeping dry. Loved that story too! Hugs, Karen
I’m not quite sure how I came upon your site, but it’s been very interesting reading about your kids. I am a nanny for triplets who were born in April of ’04, also 2 girls 1 boy, and now they have a baby brother who is 11 months old. I also bring my daughter who is 6 months old. The triplets are so much fun, but wow, what a challenge! I also went to that website, and cried the whole way through. Do you mind if I keep reading? 🙂
a 34 year old mother of four.
Are sandwich letters a bad thing? You know sandwich letters, you’ve received one before, everyone has. They’re an impersonal form of rejection. Think back to
Love comes in many forms. It isn’t my dad’s birthday, and it certainly isn’t Father’s Day, but today I want to dedicate my blog to
monica lewinsky was on the cover of a magazine the other day. she is a person i have a great deal of sympathy for. bill
when i first moved to hong kong in may 1997, charles and i were had student loans and virtually no capital. his contract was ending
This weeks’ cover of people magazine sees hollywood babes denigrate plastic surgery. they all do. yet no one is getting older in that celluloid, cellulite
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I just watched this for the I dunno what # time last night. I did alright, too. Didn’t cry too much that time. I have seen this before, on Oprah.
I am debating whether to show my parents this or not. They have always taken in foster kids, and adopted a boy VERY similar to this man. His parents did not want to bother with caring for him and we thanked God daily that Social Services (God) put him in the care of my parents.
He died suddenly in his sleep last summer in our childhood home, outside Saskatoon, at the age of 13 1/2. This video reminds me SO MUCH of my brother. It makes me so happy yet makes me miss my brother. I am so glad that these parents didn’t listen to Drs and knew their son could do great things!
The song is SO AWESOME, because it makes me think of what my first thought was once I heard the horrible words that my brother was gone. He was running and talking and playing with Jesus! Finally, for the first time ever, he was free of that body that limited him so. As soon as my (then 6 year old)son heard that his beloved, wheelchair-bound uncle was gone, he squished his eyes shut and told us all to stop wailing and be quiet. We watched him, eyes squished shut and tears streaming out of them. We finally asked what he was doing. He said, “Davy asked God to shrink him down so he could fit on the back of a bald Eagle. I am watching them right now, they are flying through the sky and Davy is laughing!”
One of my brothers has just published his second book. He dedicated it our baby brother, David. If you care to, google “Sean Johnston” or “All This Town Remembers”, you can read a bit about it.
Thanks for sharing this with people, Tess. I am still not sure and am praying about if I should point my parents toward this. I am not sure they are ready to see something like this, they are still in a horrible place with their grief. That boy was their life. My Dad called him “The Joy of our Lives”.
This is truly an incredible story! Thanks again for sharing:)
Because my home ISP has been blocking Typepad again (another coup in the air? definitely, disapproval brewing) I’m sitting in a restaurant where the non-TOT server allows me access to your blog, Tess. There are a lot of strangers around me who might think I’m a little cuckoo. But the story and the images of the Hoyts made me cry. Out of joy for them and out of sadness for all the children not blessed with the support they need. The love and devotion evident between this father and son is so beautiful that I am, as they say in Yiddish, “verklempt”. Thanks for publishing the link.
One of my older brothers was born at just under six months, tiny, with facial deformities and a missing eye (the socket is there, but no orb behind the lid) due to medications my dad’s first wife took in the first trimester, and doctors told them to put him in an institution. When he was just a day old. Dad and his mum took him home with them…He just celebrated his 16th wedding aniversary and, despite (because of?) his visual challenges, he works in photo restoration.
(I owe you an email!x)
My brother and I are marathoners and triathletes so we’ve known of Dick and Ricky Hoyt for a while, I was watching the Boston Marathon a few years ago and was lucky enough to cheer them on. My brother called me from Ironman Hawaii a few weeks ago and said sadly that the Hoyts had not finished this year and were retiring. They are truly an inspiration.
I’m a trialthete from Mass and I’ve been in many races with the Hoyts! They are amazing(and they always finish before me.) If you ever happen by New Englad in the summer they are almost always in one of the Sunday races. They’ve also written a book about their experiences, not sure how widely distritbuted it is though, I havne’t gotten a chance to read it yet but it’s on my list.
Andrew’s first cousin is terribly handicap (caused through birth) and we know she understands more than she makes out. Watching this makes me/us realize that life is so special and WOW things can really happen. Love Ya Tess.
That is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing the story – I will pass it on to some parents of special needs children who could use the encouragement.
Tess, I did send this story to your hotmail account a few days ago….
I was so touched by that small video clip that I sat here and weeped barely able to see the computer screen. what a love story that is shows between a father and his son. The power of unconditional love.
Thank-you for sharing with others.
Auntie P xo
Thank you for sharing this…it is just wonderful beyond words.
Thank you for sharing this link Tess – what a fabulous, heart warming story!
ummm, that’s the first thing that’s moved me to tears in quite a while. Thank you.
Hey Tess,
They are an incredible duo aren’t they!
My Dad, aged 69 ran the Boston Marathon last year, and requalifed for next year,so Landon and I were able to attend the marathon to watch my Dad. Waiting and watching for him, we saw the wheelchair athletes pass by, of course we cried, then we saw the Hoyt’s pass by, and then the tears really flowed.It is hard to describe the love that was so evident between them. They can teach us, what nobody else could. Thank you for sharing this, and for making others aware. Our pastor recently did a sermon on them, and showed the video clip. I sang a song called ‘Heroes’ that spoke of parents who take care of their special needs kids, and how they are heroe’s, though nobody knows their names. Powerful, to say the least. Anyhow, love you and hope you are doing well, and that Carys is keeping dry. Loved that story too! Hugs, Karen
I’m not quite sure how I came upon your site, but it’s been very interesting reading about your kids. I am a nanny for triplets who were born in April of ’04, also 2 girls 1 boy, and now they have a baby brother who is 11 months old. I also bring my daughter who is 6 months old. The triplets are so much fun, but wow, what a challenge! I also went to that website, and cried the whole way through. Do you mind if I keep reading? 🙂