Thrown from a horse, with his hands caught in the bridle, he landed headfirst.
In the hospital, as he lay there with his neck shattered, he told his wife, Dana, “Maybe we should let me go.”
Without hesitation, Dana told him,
“I’ll be with you for the long haul, no matter what.” She then added the words that saved his life: “You’re still you. And I love you.”
The progress he made personally was nothing short of amazing, but what he did for others? That was the miracle.
Despite his speech being slow
and staccato,
despite his mobility being limited to a wheelchair controlled by a straw,
despite his independence being gone, Christopher Reeve refused to stay down.
He lobbied Congress, fought for new research,
and even appeared on Sesame Street with Big Bird to explain how his
wheelchair worked.
Despite what the doctors predicted, he was able to eventually move some of his fingers and regain sensation over much of his body.
People thought Christopher Reeve was Superman. He wasn’t. But he was Clark Kent.
Normal, vulnerable,
and built just as fragile as the rest of us. Thankfully, he never let that stop him.
Happy birthday, #ChristopherReeve Forever our #Superman.
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THREAD ON WHAT YOU DON’T SEE:
Here’s the bullshitiness of social media — and here’s what you can’t see in this photo from our Hawaiian recommitment ceremony:
As I’m pouring my heart out to my wife, in the midst of the new vows that I wrote just for her, a group of Hawaiian high schoolers start blasting music, jumping off the rocks/cliff across from us.
Our friend Jessica pantomimes for them to please turn the music down. They’re in high school. Of course that only makes them turn it up. Naturally, we’re now all laughing—Cori, our kids, all of us—especially as Jessica, exasperated, screams at the top of her lungs, mid-ceremony,
THREAD ON VOTING BILLS
My wife has worked on voter protection for over a decade here in Florida. Without question, the bill that Governor DeSantis just signed will make it harder for people of color, poor, elderly, and disabled people to vote. History is watching.
When I posted that earlier today, many asked me to elaborate. So let’s look at the context of when this bill was passed. In 2020, for once, Florida didn’t screw it up. There was bi-partisan praise saying Florida’s elections were safe, secure, and orderly.
DeSantis said we were “the state that did it right.” So what was the “problem” that needed fixing? With the pandemic, 2020 saw a surge in Vote By Mail ballots by minority voters, and Black voters in particular. According to the NAACP,
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.
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.