God in My Corner: A Spiritual Memoir

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A childhood in grinding poverty. Two heavyweight boxing championships-twenty years apart. A life-changing encounter with God. A new life devoted to ministry. An inspiring comeback and then astounding success as an entrepreneur and trusted product pitchman. For the first time, George Foreman tells the whole story of his remarkable life. With the frankness, warmth, and humor you expect from Foreman, he shares the faith journey that has shaped his life, offering many life lessons ...
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A childhood in grinding poverty. Two heavyweight boxing championships-twenty years apart. A life-changing encounter with God. A new life devoted to ministry. An inspiring comeback and then astounding success as an entrepreneur and trusted product pitchman. For the first time, George Foreman tells the whole story of his remarkable life. With the frankness, warmth, and humor you expect from Foreman, he shares the faith journey that has shaped his life, offering many life lessons along the way.

What are the secrets to George Foreman's inspiring success? Why is he always smiling? Why did he name all five of his sons George? There is no one quite like George Foreman. God in My Corner explains why. More importantly, it will open your eyes to the reality that God is there in your corner, just as He's been there for George all these years.

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Most celebrities have one career; former heavyweight champion George Foreman has had several. The highlights are well known: A gold medal victory (complete with a controversial flag-waving incident at the 1968 Olympics); an upset knockout to win the heavyweight championship in 1973; the "1974 Rumble in the Jungle" showdown with Muhammad Ali; retirement; a boxing comeback, capped by a regained title; and finally, post-retirement careers as the George Foreman Grill tycoon and an ordained minister. Foreman's God in My Corner recounts all these events and more from the inside.
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In his spiritual autobiography, Foreman writes, "I have God in my corner." He hopes the readers who take to heart his "tips from George's corner," found at the end of each chapter, will, too. In this book—part autobiography and largely a testimonial and spiritual inspiration—Foreman, well-known heavyweight boxing champion, businessman and preacher, leads readers through steps for living a godly Christian life. His book gives some autobiographical details, including his younger years, a few stories of his fights and most powerfully his experience of being born again after a boxing match he lost to Jimmy Young. Those stories serve to illustrate his theology, covered in short chapters that read like sermons. He exhorts readers to inspire others to excellence, answer the door when opportunity knocks, close it when temptation knocks, advance through adversity and so on. Foreman credits God with his remarkable successes throughout the book and ends it with an altar call, inviting readers to meet him in heaven someday. Non-Christian boxing fans probably won't find enough about boxing or Foreman, but evangelical Christians who admire Foreman's many good works will find the book inspirational. (May 22)

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  • ISBN-13: 9780641912436
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 5/22/2007
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 6.42 (w) x 9.60 (h) x 0.91 (d)

Meet the Author

Ken Abraham is a New York Times best-selling author known around the world for his collaborations with high-profile public figures. A former professional musician and pastor, he is a popular guest with both secular and religious media. His books include One Soldier's Story with Bob Dole, Payne Stewart with Tracey Stewart, Falling in Love for All the Right Reasons with Dr. Neil Clark Warren, and Let's Roll! with Lisa Beamer.

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Copyright © 2007 George Foreman with Ken Abraham
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ISBN: 978-0-8499-0314-4

Chapter One


Everyone needs a second chance, even if your name is George Foreman. You might know me as the guy on television who advertises the George Foreman grills, Meineke Car Care, or Casual Male Big & Tall clothes. If you follow sports, you may know me as the world's heavyweight boxing champion who lost to Muhammad Ali and then came back twenty years later to win the heavyweight title again at forty-five years of age.

But what few people know is that something incredibly strange happened to me on the evening of March 17, 1977. That supernatural experience defined my life so dramatically that it divided my identity into two Georges. The old George lived prior to that day, which I'll refer to as "my first time around." Ever since then, I've been the new George. God gave me another chance at life, and I've been determined to do it right this time.

When we start out in life, we often travel down some wrong roads, hurting ourselves and others along the way. Most of us have to hit bottom before the lightbulb turns on and we realize that we've blown it. It's at that critical moment that we must seize the opportunity and change directions. We must start traveling down a different road, leading to a new destination.

My second chance arrived unexpectedly in a Puerto Rican dressing roomafter a heavyweight boxing match. What happened to me in that room is so incredibly bizarre, it's unlikely you've ever before read anything like it. Simply stated, I died and went to the other side. The experience impacted me so profoundly that three decades later I can't go a single day without thinking about it.


December 1976. The phone rang in the middle of the night, rousing me out of a deep sleep. Through foggy eyes, I strained to read the clock on my nightstand.

It's nearly three o'clock in the morning. Who in the world is calling me at this hour? Don't they know that no one is supposed to disturb me when I'm preparing for a fight?

In three months, I was scheduled to fight Jimmy Young in a highly touted heavyweight boxing match in San Juan, Puerto Rico. I had been training vigorously on my ranch in Marshall, Texas, and everyone on my training team and household staff knew the rules: No one was supposed to distract me while I was in training. The word around camp was: "Don't bother George. If something good happens, it can wait. If something bad happens, keep quiet about it around George. If someone dies, don't tell him."

A boxer has to stay in the right frame of mind to prepare well. Boxing isn't just about the grueling physical training-running mile after mile, hitting the punching bags thousands of times, and sparring round after round. A huge part of boxing is mental preparation. If you lose the bout inside your mind, you'll lose it in the ring, too. That's why orders were given to not interrupt me for any reason. But whoever was calling at this late hour obviously chose to disregard the training rules.

My mother had come to my training camp to cook for me, and was sleeping in my bedroom while I slept in another room in the back of the house. Apparently, the ringing telephone woke Mom up as well. Rubbing my eyes trying to fully wake up, I picked up the phone at the same time my mother did in her bedroom.

I recognized my sister, Mary, crying on the other end of the line. It shook Mom when she heard her sobs. "What's wrong, Mary?" she asked, worry clearly evident in her voice.

Mary composed herself well enough to reply. "My son was playing outside and had a seizure," she said. "By the time we got him to the doctor, he was in a coma. The doctors don't think he's going to make it. They say if he does come out of the coma, he won't be able to walk or talk." Mary broke down in violent sobs again.

The boy she was talking about was my five-year-old nephew, George Edward Dumas. Little George was one of my family's favorites; he touched a soft spot in my heart, and he looked up to me like a father. Although I was deeply concerned about George's condition, I didn't want to hear another word. I knew I had to stay in my "zone" and stay focused on training.

I quietly hung up the phone, pretending the conversation never took place. As I lay in bed with my head on my pillow, my eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling, I thought, I didn't hear that. This can't be happening. I have to stay focused.

No way. As soon as I heard my mother hang up, I jumped out of bed and ran to her bedroom. "Momma, you tell those doctors I'm George Foreman, the boy's uncle. You tell them whatever it costs, I'll pay for it. Tell them to fly in the best doctors, and I'll take care of the bills. You tell them who I am."

"Son," she explained, "they already have the best doctors."

I wouldn't take no for an answer. "Mom, you pick up that phone and call them right now. You tell them that I'm George Foreman, and I'll take care of everything!"

"Okay, George. I'll try."

I marched back to my bedroom carrying a huge load of worry. I nervously tossed and turned, realizing my nephew would probably die. If he survived, he would never be normal. I mulled the situation over in my mind. That boy didn't bother anyone. He's in a coma and can't wake up. If he does awaken, he's going to be paralyzed and will never be able to speak or walk again.

Unable to sleep, I couldn't rest until I knew what the doctors had to say. I threw back the sheets and stomped back down the hallway. "Momma, did you call them?"

"Yes, I called and told them. Son, you're just going to have to pray."

In stunned disbelief, I slowly trudged back to my room. When someone tells you the only thing you can do is pray, that's bad.

Then it hit me: All of George Foreman's money can't resolve this crisis. All of my fame, fortune, and friends couldn't fix this problem. I was powerless to do anything to help. That little boy's future was out of my hands, and the doctors' hands, too. They had done the best they could, but sometimes the best human efforts aren't enough.

That's when a lot of people turn to prayer. When humans can't fix a problem, they'll cry out for divine assistance. If there's a God, maybe He can help. For somebody like me, prayer was a last resort. I had never really prayed before, simply because I didn't need to. I didn't believe in all that religious stuff, anyhow. My money always fixed all of my problems.

I didn't need God. I was George Foreman, Olympic gold medalist and heavyweight champion of the world. I had tasted the best this world has to offer, but I had also experienced the worst, growing up in a poor section of Houston.


I knew firsthand what it was like to live in poverty. My alcoholic father, J. D. Foreman, worked on the railroad and didn't live at home most of the time, leaving my mom to provide for her seven children. Her salary of $26 per week didn't stretch far when eight mouths wanted food. I was a big boy, so I was always hungry. It wasn't till years later, after I started boxing, that I could remember my stomach feeling full after a meal.

Mom sometimes brought home a single hamburger for her kids and herself to divide. It was such a luxury; I grew up believing hamburgers were only for rich people. She would tear it into eight pieces, and we all got one bite. I savored the few seconds it stayed in my mouth, dreaming of the day when I might get to eat an entire hamburger by myself. Every other Sunday, she made us pancakes and allotted one small piece of bacon to each child.

Breakfast usually consisted of a bowl of cornflakes covered with watered-down milk. Hardly the breakfast of champions. School lunches weren't any better. Most of the time I carried a mayonnaise sandwich to school with me. Every now and then, my mother would slip in a thin piece of luncheon meat. I drank water with it, wishing I could afford one of those little cartons of milk that cost six cents.

Sometimes, when I was playing with the neighborhood kids, their parents would call them home to eat lunch. I had no lunch waiting for me, so I would peek through the windows and watch my friends eat. My mouth watered as I'd see them tear the crust off their bread. Then they'd pull the chicken skins off their drumsticks because they didn't want them. I thought, I would love to eat what they don't want. I wished they would have asked me to take their scraps out to the dogs so I could get a bite to eat too.

My mother, Nancy Ree Foreman, had grown up in poverty, being the daughter of a sharecropper who made his eight children work for him. Although she was intelligent and desperately wanted an education, she never had the opportunity to pursue it. Her father continually made her promises he didn't keep. "Just help me out this year, and you can go to school next year." But "next year" never came, and my mother never received the education she so sincerely desired.

When I was still a little boy, my mother became very sick; she was coughing constantly, wheezing, and generally feeling awful for prolonged periods of time. When she finally consented to seek medical attention, the doctor told her that she had contracted tuberculosis and needed to go to the hospital right away. My mother thought it would be a short stay, but as it turned out, she had to remain in the hospital for more than a year!

During that time, I was pretty much on my own, so I spent most of my days and nights out on the streets, getting into trouble.

In my early years, my mother was the only one who could control me. My dad wasn't around much as I was growing up, since he and Mom had broken up their marriage. My mother was tall and slender-not a large woman at all-but she was strong, and she believed in that adage, "Spare the rod, spoil the child." Usually, my mother didn't take time to find a rod when it came to disciplining me; she'd reach for whatever was close by-a belt, a big shoe, or whatever she could find-and she'd clobber me with it. Mom could throw a powerful punch too! And she wasn't above using a judo chop or a swift kick to "motivate" me or correct me when I did wrong.

But with my mother fighting tuberculosis in the hospital, I ran wild, constantly getting into fights out on the streets. Yet somehow, even with her diminished stamina, my mother heard about my unsavory activities and contacted someone from social services. She told them, "I'm here in the hospital, and I know my children are having some problems at home. But I could rest well if they would just watch this one boy of mine." My mother had seven children, but you can guess which child she was most concerned about.

The social services representative contacted a wonderful woman by the name of Bonner to help look after me. Ms. Bonner lived way out of town, but she came into the city looking for me, hoping to spend some time with me. She took an interest in me and tried to help me stay out of trouble while my mom was in the hospital. One day Ms. Bonner told me, "George, I'm going to come over on the weekend, and I'd like you to come back home with me to cut my grass. I'll pay you for working."

"Can I have a couple of my friends come along, too?" I asked.

"Sure you can," Ms. Bonner answered.

That weekend, Ms. Bonner picked up two of my friends and me and drove us out of town to her place. She took us to the shed and showed us the lawn mower. "Okay, George, you can mow the grass. You other fellows can do the trim and follow behind him to rake up the cuttings."

"Well, Ms. Bonner, my buddy here," I said, pointing to one of my friends, "his dad has a lawn mower. He knows how to do it better than I would. Maybe I should let him mow the grass."

"No, George," she said, "I want you to do it."


"That's right. You are in charge, George."

"But his dad has a ..."


I looked at Ms. Bonner, then at my buddies. I said, "Okay, guys; let's get going." We worked at Ms. Bonner's all day long, and I felt so good when she handed me some money as payment. More importantly, I felt good about myself.

I didn't realize it fully at the time, but looking back on that experience, I now understand that Ms. Bonner was allowing me to be somebody. For the first time in my life, a non-family member was telling me, "You can do it, George. I believe in you!"

To this day, my life is indebted to Ms. Bonner. That little dash of self-esteem she helped to foster in me is still with me today. Ms. Bonner made me feel so good about myself, and part of the reason I am who I am today is because of Ms. Bonner.

Ms. Bonner stayed in touch with me until my mom was discharged. Unfortunately, when my mother got out of the hospital, I went right back to my old ways of stealing and beating up people.

Mom didn't have time to attend church when I was a boy-she was always working, trying to earn enough to keep us alive-but she recognized the value of church, and she believed we'd be better kids if we could get enough Bible in us. Every so often, she'd thrust a Bible in my direction and say, "Here, George. You need to get in that room and read this Bible."

I'd take the Bible, flip through the pages and look at the pictures for a while, and then return the Book to my mother.

"See there. Don't you feel better now?" she'd ask hopefully.

"Oh yeah, Mom. I feel a lot better now," I lied.

By the time I was sixteen years of age, I was a vicious, savage teenager, picking fights in school or wherever I went. Not surprisingly, I dropped out of school in ninth grade and started looking for a job. But not too many people want to hire a ninth-grade dropout. Eventually, I took a job washing dishes in a restaurant.

I figured that my only way out of poverty was to use my fists and fight my way out. Sometimes I beat up two or three people a day. I was brutal, too. One time I walked up to a guy who hadn't done anything to me, and without warning, I punched him right in the face, just to be nasty. He hit the dirt like a rock. I walked away with him still laid out semi-conscious on the ground. Because my conscience was so encrusted with hate, it didn't bother me to see people bleeding or knocked out cold. Many times, I mugged people just to get some drinking money. I was really good at beating up people, although it never dawned on me at the time that one day people would pay to watch me fight.

My older brother Robert-we called him Sonny; his friends called him "Rags"-was a hardworking family man with a wife and two children. Ten years older than me, Sonny lived in a nice house and earned a good living by working for a moving company, Wald Transfer and Storage. Sonny recognized that I was heading in the wrong direction, so he offered to help me get a job with Wald.

"It's hard work," Sonny told me, "but if you do a good job and the bosses like you, they may put you on full time, and you can be a regular." I really wanted to be a "regular," too, since if my boss hired me full time, the company provided a uniform with my name embroidered above the pocket.

I went to work for Wald and quickly discovered that my brother was telling me the truth-it was hard work, with long, grueling hours, often from eight in the morning till midnight, but I earned $1.25 per hour for loading and unloading heavy furniture. That was more money than I could count! Wald specialized in "office moves," moving the file cabinets, desks, business machines, and other heavy items from one office building to another. The items were big, bulky, and heavy, but I was young and strong, so when I saw my bosses watching, I'd give it all the extra "oomph" I could muster. Before long, I'd made a good impression on them as well as my coworkers. After work, my new friends helped me spend a good portion of my earnings on alcohol. What was left, I used to help my mom.


Excerpted from GOD IN MY CORNER by GEORGE FOREMAN KEN ABRAHAM Copyright © 2007 by George Foreman with Ken Abraham. Excerpted by permission.
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Table of Contents

The Phone Call that Changed My Life     1
The Day I Died     21
Get Me a Hit Man     35
What Will People Think of Me?     45
A Fighting Preacher     57
Being Optimistic in a Pessimistic World     67
Appreciate Today     79
God Will Direct Your Steps     87
The Worst Thing Can Be the Best Thing     103
Inspiring Others to Excellence     113
Advancing Through Adversity     125
Integrity-Don't Leave Home Without It     137
When Opportunity Knocks, Answer the Door     151
The Secret of Success     163
Do Your Giving While You're Living     175
Age Forty Isn't a Death Sentence     183
Why I Named All My Sons George     201
Will I Meet You in Heaven?     209
Acknowledgments     215
Notes     217
About the Authors     219
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2014

    Inspiring & full of wisdom

    I couldn't put the book down. Each challenge in his life made me want to see how he handled the next one. Truly a man of faith and an inspiration for those that face challenges in life...which is all of us, even those with fame and fortune.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2009

    Inspirational Reading

    If you admire George Foreman and his energetic, happy personality this book is a must read. It was a quick read and very enjoyable and there are a lot of "thoughts" presented that here that most anyone could gain something from.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2007

    A reviewer

    I¿m a boxing fan, which was part of the reason I was interested in this book. But the author¿s story goes well beyond boxing. He book is filled with lessons to be learned from a man who was a most lost soul and a downright mean-spirited person. He found God, and his life was changed forever. But the story doesn¿t end there. Once he had a relationship with God, he still had to pick himself up time and time again. And it was his relationship with the Lord and his Faith that saved him. The way he interjects his boxing career into the story makes this an amazing read. It¿s a biography filled with spirituality. And you¿ll learn a lot about yourself as well as George Foreman after reading it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2007

    God is in everyone's corner!

    George Foreman's, 'God In My Corner,' was phenomenal. I enjoyed every bit of the book. I am a Christian born again after reading this book. The book shows the readers that you do not have to live a perfect life to have faith in God. After picking this book up, I never put it back down. It made me stop and realize all the experiences throughout my life and make a change. Like I said I'm a born again Christian and thank George Foreman for it. I started to read my Bible and go to Church every Sunday. If you are looking for a great piece of literature to pick up and read there is nothing better than God In My Corner.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2007

    building a dream with courage and faith in God

    this is a very special book because george formans memoir shows how you can be successful by taking the high road and not listening to bad advice and giving courage to his heart and faith in God and reading some fine principles and acting out on them. this book shows how a person can have fine leadership principles in their life and be a fine role model to a family member .I was very impressed by all of george formans life and there are many things that he has done.he also took right way in life .

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2007

    An avid reader of Inspirational books

    I am a fan I must admit of George Foreman, I followed his boxing career before he was known for the George Foreman Grills. His book is a must read. He captures an easy reading autobiography of himself. Some things about George I am just finding out about. He takes you from his childhood days to the Bad George, Good George years and how miraculously he found God to him becoming a preacher. I was truly captivated in his story of Poor George, Rich George saga. I loved the way he captures each chapter with a synopsis of what you have read. I would highly recommend this book not just for reading about George's life but for the spiritual and life lessons in the book. This is truly an inspiring book for all to read. George shares so much of himself, this is not just about his boxing career it's about seeing life through George's eyes. This is the George Foreman not to many people know about but I'm glad he shared it with us. A quote from George, 'If anybody asks you why you are so happy, you can tell them: 'I have God in my corner'. Point well taken. By: Jeanne Gray, Author/Novelist

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