Registration for the 25th Ironman continues one by one. Some faces we recognize. Here is 58-year-old Richard Holcomb, number 214, back for a second try. He's legally blind, and that doesn't matter to him. Now, the thing that must occur at all cost is this time: cross the line.
It's more than a race. It's a lifetime event that we will remember for the rest of our lives. They are either gonna carry me off the course, or I'm gonna cross the finish line.
The stories about people like Richard Holcomb pass through this world as race week moves towards this morning. "Hey, did you hear about the man who is legally blind?" People love to tell and love to hear the stories.
Then, appearing near the start line, where they've been before, are father and son, Dick and Ricky Hoyt. There is no one here who hasn't heard about them, their story and the human commitment that goes far beyond and far back.
接著，出現在起跑線附近的，是Dick 及 Ricky Hoyt父子檔，他們以前也曾站在那兒過。這裡的人沒有一個未曾聽說過他們、他們的故事，及追溯到最初、且遠遠超越一般人能做出的承諾。
January 10th 1962, we knew there was something wrong, but we did not know exactly why. The doctor said, "Forget Rick. Put him away. Put him into an institution. He is gonna be nothing but a vegetable for the rest of his life."
We cried a little bit. We talked, and we said, "No, we're not gonna put Rick away. We're gonna bring Rick home. And bring him up like any other child."
We knew Rick was smart. We can tell by looking into his eyes. And when we talked to him, you know, he was paying attention to what we were saying. So we wanted to get a computer built so Rick could communicate with us. Everybody came to our house that night for Rick to say his first words. And everybody was betting, you know, what is the first word Rick is ever gonna say. His mom was saying, "It was gonna be 'Hi, mommy!'" And me the dad was saying, "No, it was gonna be 'Hi, dad!'"
When the Boston Bruins was going for the Stanley cup, the very first words Rick ever said was, "Go, Bruins!"
Dick is a military man, so he knows a thing or two about commitment. This time he's just months from overcoming a heart attack. This gift that he gives to his son, or is it the other way around? Either way, it all started when Rick heard about a charity run for a paralyzed athlete. He asked dad, and dad said "Yes."
The gun went off, and we went off with all the other runners, and everybody thought that Rick and I would just go to the corner, and turn around and come back. But we didn't. We finished the whole five miles coming in next to last, but not last.
And when we got home that night, Rick wrote on his computer: "Dad, when I am running, it feels like my disability disappears." So that was a very powerful message to me that we've finally found a sport that Rick can get involved in just like everybody else.
Rick is my motivator. He inspires me. To me, he is the one out there competing, and I'm just loaning him my arms and my legs so that he can compete. There's just something that gets into me when I'm out there competing with Rick that I can't explain it. And we're able to go faster. And uh...it's just an unbelievable feeling.
Rick and I love the Ironman Triathlon, to be out there competing with the best triathletes in the world, to be accepted to compete along with these triathletes. Just to be out there on that pier with all the other triathletes and then waiting in the water for that cannon to go off, it was just so exciting.
The feeling coming down the finish line in Ali'i Drive: it was just an awesome experience with the crowd there, all the excitement, the noise, and the announcer announcing...all like your adrenaline just gets flowing.
I may be disabled, but I live a very fulfilling life. And if someone takes the time to get to know me, they will realize that I am no different than anyone else.
Here he is... He graduated from public high school. He's graduated from college. He is out there competing in road races and triathlons. He lives a happier life probably than ninety-five percent entire of the population.
Rick would tell you that...you know, if he...if he was physically able to do something, then he'd probably play basketball, football, or hockey. But then he always says, "No, the first thing he'd do is sit down...have me sit down in his wheelchair and he'd push me." You know, it really makes me feel good that uh...that he appreciates...you know, what I'm trying to do to help him out. And he'd do the same thing for me.
My message is "Yes, you can!" You can do anything you wanna do as long as you make up your mind. You can do it. If you have ever searched the meaning of life, stop. The answer lies right here. By the way, Ricky would want us to tell you: the Bruins look pretty good this year.