THREAD FOR DICK HOYT
Dick Hoyt died today. He was so nice to me when I started writing about heroes. So here is his story: When Dick and Judy Hoyt’s son was born with cerebral palsy, unable to walk or talk, the doctors told them to just “put him away.”
No, they decided.
They’d push him, pull him, they’d carry him along.
But he’d never be left behind.
When the public schools said there was no place for Rick, his parents found a computer that would write his thoughts from the few head movements he could make.
At ten, he spoke his first sentence. “Go Bruins!”
In high school, Rick learned of a five-mile charity run for a newly paralyzed teenager.
Rick told his father they had to do something to send a message that life goes on.
Even though he wasn’t a runner, Dick never hesitated.
He’d run the race, pushing Rick’s wheelchair the whole way.
They finished next to last. It was a victory.
That night, Rick typed out these words: “Dad, when I’m running, it feels like my disability disappears.”
Dick’s mission was clear.
He kept running, Rick always out in front.
234 triathlons, 67 marathons, 6 ironmans.
Rick Hoyt still can’t walk.
But with his father, they both fly. ★
Team Hoyt’s motto: Yes you can.
From Heroes for My Son.
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History is an echo. You can hear it if you listen. So this post is for my kids. Every day, I write about history for a living – and it’s important to me that when they look back on these days, they know where I stood and can hear that echo.
In writing about politics, I’ve realized that whenever one side brings up a political issue, the other side will try to counter. One side says “Russian bounties,” the other side says “Benghazi.” It goes on and on, each side thinking they’re right.
Truthfully, I don’t believe modern politics is the best way to change the world. But I do believe in people.
THREAD FOR #JULY4th and DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE
Here's the real story of the Declaration of Independence:
For 17 days, the thirty-three-year-old secluded himself in a rented room in Philadelphia.
On a small, portable desk, he began writing, laying the foundations of this new American government. Unlike every nation before it, this country’s heart would not beat with the blood of royal lines. This would be a nation based on ideals.
It took Thomas Jefferson seventeen days to find the right words. Seventeen days of writing and rewriting before he nervously presented his document to John Adams and Benjamin Franklin.
THREAD FOR #JULY4th and DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE
Here's the real story of the Declaration of Independence:
For 17 days, the thirty-three-year-old secluded himself in a rented room in Philadelphia.
On a small, portable desk, he began writing, laying the foundations of this new American government. Unlike every nation before it, this country’s heart would not beat with the blood of royal lines. This would be a nation based on ideals.
It took Thomas Jefferson seventeen days to find the right words. Seventeen days of writing and rewriting before he nervously presented his document to John Adams and Benjamin Franklin.
This is me with my wife in Kennebunkport, Maine on our last visit to see President Bush before he died. Here’s the story of that day—and special thanks to USA Today for letting me tell it.
I knew this would be my last visit with the President. I had gone to Kennebunkport, Maine to honor my friend Barbara Bush at a literacy event—and to see President George H.W. Bush.
Before the event, I got the phone call, asking if I was free for some private time with President Bush. They’d been bringing inauthors and friends to read to him.
THREAD FOR GEORGE HW BUSH
This is how I met President George H.W. Bush. He wrote me a fan later saying he loved one of my thrillers, and could I sign a copy? Of course, I sent him a book. When we finally met,
he spent the first ten minutes trying to convince my wife that he invented the phrase “You da Man.” She actually believed it — until Mrs. Bush started yelling: “Stop teasing the poor girl!” From there, I told him I was researching a book about the life of a former President.
He quickly invited me to spend a week in Houston, with unprecedented access to him and Mrs. Bush. What did I learn? That he was one of the most decent and honorable people I’d ever encountered. He loved his family, loved his sports, and believed deeply in the power of service.
THREAD FOR STAN LEE.
Stan Lee gave us more than co-creations X-Men, Iron Man, Hulk, Fantastic Four & Spider-Man. He gave us creeds to live by. Principles to emulate. Villains (and racism) to fight. He gave me vital cornerstones of my belief system. My sense of responsibility.
He helped give me a sense of hope. Why? Because I could use all his lessons in real life. That’s why his stories were so powerful. It wasn’t the super powers (sometimes it was). But as I got older, Stan Lee...
gave me real world applications for all those values. And unlike politicians, corporations, advertising or anything else, those lessons were GOOD. For the sake of good. Read these now. They were written as way back as 1965. #RIPStanLee