Too Bad

Too bad there’s only one George Edward Foreman, Sr. There’s too much for The Champ to do: too many people to smile at. Too many George Foreman grills to sell. Too many disappointed people for him to energize and coax into taking their RIGHT NOW! chances George knows from experience would change their lives for good.

George Edward Foreman, Sr. A most awesome individual.

Running on pure hate, he won his first World Heavyweight Boxing Title. And still hating, he died – actually – in a post-bout dressing room in Puerto Rico. Before he revived, he saw and smelled the “other side,” and was never the same.

Getting called the usual names, George grew up without enough to eat, nor money to keep the lights on.

But from the day of his death and his life-changing out-of-body experience in 1977 until now, George Edward Foreman, Sr, - champion at everything he’s ever done – will look right at anyone and tell them, no matter what their experiences, “You’re an American. That’s your name, and don’t ever forget it.”

Speaking for myself, I believe that my happening on Mr. Foreman’s 2007 memoir was another instance of the divine hand grabbing me by my shoulder and a voice booming, “Get in this line, kid.”