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Running for My Life by Lopez Lomong


With the Olympic fever in the air, much of the world attention is focused on the athletes and their accomplishments. Running for My Life is a the story of one of those athletes before he found himself a part of the Olympic games.

Lopez Lomong is a US Olympic Athlete competing in long distance track events. (And he make the team for 2012! Congratulations). But, before he found his life in the US, he was one of the thousands of Lost Boys from Sudan. Kidnapped from his mother’s arms when he was only six years old, Lomong did a lot of running. He ran from the soldiers who kidnapped him to the refugee camp in Kenya. In the camp he ran to play soccer and to survive. Eventually he was selected as one of the boys to be placed with a foster family in the United States. Lomong reminds his reader time and again that the life he lives now is truly a gift from God. And he is now on a mission to give back to his homeland and the people there.

I really enjoyed reading the story of Lomong’s life so far. I say “so far” because I hope that he write another book later on about how his work in Sudan goes. I appreciated Lomong’s gratitude for all that happens to him. Not once is he prideful, but he always gives the glory to God. It is a great lesson for all of us. This is a great read to get you in the mood for the Olympics.

I was given a copy of this book to review by Book Sneeze. All opinions are my own, as I was not required to write a positive review.

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