Team Hoyt

One year my family decided to head back east to go to Boston, it was  springtime and beautiful with all of the cherry blossoms, historical cobblestone roads, and reenactments.  While we were there we found out the Boston Marathon was going to be run that same weekend.  We had to go!  The streets were completely packed with people, it looked like a ant hill seeing the people line the whole running course.  You could hear cheering and screaming for miles.  Excitement filled the air.  I did not know a single souls that was running but I felt a strong desire to watch as each person passed me. I remember loosing my voice from yelling to try to pump up the runners and they soared past us.  We were standing at the side lines watching when all of the sudden the volume of the buzz you could hear began to become louder and louder.  We saw in the distance a man pushing a wheel chair.  As he got closer we could hear people whispering about who this man was.  This was a man named Dick Hoyt, he was pushing his son Rick in his wheelchair.  His son was unable to run, he had been sent to this earth without the ability to walk or speak, his body would never be able run. His loving father was going to do what ever he could for his son to experience joy, he wanted him to be able to have the sensation of feeling the breeze in his hair and the hear the excitement in the streets.  The youtube clip tells the beautiful story of this father and son.  I find this to be one of the most touching stories.  I know I was able to see so many intricate buildings, historical landmarks, and tour an exciting city but the most memorable part of the trip I remember is seeing this love in a fathers eyes for his son.  To see the pain he endured, the sacrifice he made, and the hard work he put forth to allow his son to have the experience of running the Boston Marathon. To me the story of Team Hoyt will always be one of inspiration.