Just wolfing down my packed lunch after a lunchtime run with a colleague. Though not particularly long or hard, this was my first run in about 18 months so the warm post-exercise glow of smugness and achievement is surpassed only by the cramp in my legs.
Any thoughts I might entertain about moaning over sore muscles and an expanding waistline are banished by thinking about Dick and Rick Hoyt. I was reminded of their incredible story again last night when my second eldest, recently returned from the BYM Leadership weekend, showed me a video of their achievements.
Rick was once asked, if he could give his father one thing, what would it be? Rick responded, “The thing I’d most like is for my dad to sit in the chair and I would push him for once.”
A clearer example of love between father and son I can’t imagine.
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