I found myself reading a blog from a mother of twin preemies, a boy and a girl, almost two. The daughter who was ventilator bound, very suddenly passed last month. It is heartbreakingly sad to read her story, but I was so amazed by the strength of the mom.
The reason I bring her up is that there was something she included in her last post that has really stuck with me:
There’s a man who does the Ironman triathlon out in Hawaii every year with his disabled son in tow. A son who he pulls swimming, biking and of course running. Their name is “Team Hoyt” if you’d like to look them up. Year after year I’ve watched him and heard his story. The questions were always the same. “Wouldn’t it be easier to do this enormous physical task without pulling your son?”His answer was always the same. “I couldn’t do this without my son”.