My mother was in a wheel chair for 30 years of her life. When the accident occurred that paralyzed her my father was advised by doctors, financial advisers, psychologists and clergy to divorce her and turn her over as a ward of the state. He would never be able to afford to pay for her expenses, deal with it emotionally or provide sufficient care.

He is to this day one my real world hero's because not only did he do everything they told him he could not but he still found some time for his kids.

He was running a construction company, working at a steel mill for 40-60 hours a week and most the time you got with dad was while he was working at his construction company.

He tool you along and it was fairly common that you ended up doing some work along side dad, but I treasure those times. I learned to work, take care of my commitments and honor those that love me with my own love in return from those times with my Dad.

If only everyone was half as committed to their wife and family as Dad was to his; the world would be a significantly better place.

this struck me for a few different reasons. having a parent-in-law with cancer right now, we've received all sorts of advice. many people say to help that person keep moving, go outside, etcetera. this bike may be a great way for many ill people to get some sunshine and fresh air. i've never seen anything like it. i like the idea, and admire this gentleman for caring for his wife in such a loving manner. i see my in-laws caring for each other through sickness and, as their kids, my husband and i have been there the whole way in what ways we can. i admire his parents' commitment and strength, yet there is also an element of fear when i see what potentially comes with age and question if people will be there through those times. ultimately, the only choice is to keep moving forward or stop moving at all. it may be strange, but i was re-reading "atlas shrugged" during the more emotionally tense periods of this disease. as i was reading the book, i found myself absorbing the fearlessness of each character and trying to understand how to live that way. now that i think about it, this novel has helped in more ways than i ever realized.

thanks for sharing, stargeezer. i don't know what a "true gulch story" is, but i appreciated this one.

Got one. I thank God for him every day.

Very sweet, and I love the tiara on her helmet. I wonder how difficult it is to steer that bike chair though.

My wife lived about a mile north of me when we met ten years ago. I didn't have a car at that time, so I road there daily.