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George Foreman: Fists & Faith
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The pounding of the teenager’s heart was so loud, he thought the police would surely hear it. Hastily, the boy covered himself in mud to throw off the scent of search dogs headed his way, then crawled wormlike on his belly to a hiding spot underneath a nearby house. This is no way to live!, George Foreman thought to himself. A young life woefully full of hard times, thievery and flying fists had led him to this most desperate of circumstances—fleeing the cops after yet another petty crime.
“I said, ‘You’re a thief, you’re no good. Why would you be hiding like this?’â€
