Finish the pull

When I was six years old, my dad bought my elder brother and me a set of weights. Even at that age, I discovered I could lift more than most of my classmates. But we lived in Baton Rouge, Louisiana—a college football town—and football was what I desperately wanted to play. I seemed to possess good athletic ability, but there was one thing I feared would stand in my way of success in football—I just wasn't big enough.

However, I also went regularly to a local Sunday School where I learned that God was the source of my strength and athletic ability, and not physical size.

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