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Terry Fox He was not a champion, but wound up a hero. A young lad had a goal in mind. Oh he could run alright, but not like Pheidippides or Zatopek, he ran farther but not faster. He ran not to bring money or fame upon himself, or medals, or glory. but with the purpose of raising awareness. He was really a shy young boy who had a dream – a dream unlike others he called his dream “The Marathon of Hope”. His style of running was unconventional. It was almost excruciating to watch… step, hop, step, hop over and over for 2,128 miles on one artificial limb (and one good one). His right leg lost to cancer. He ran the equivalent of 143 marathons back to back! He started with his artificial limb dipped in the Atlantic Ocean and planned to run across Canada. He wanted to raise one dollar from every Canadian. Terry died not achieving his dream, but it has been achieved many times over since. |
Additional Notes:
Every Sept. 18th a run to raise money and awarness of cancer is run in his honour. It is run in
an amazing 100 countries around the world. Millions upon millions of dollars have been raised in
this unprecedented cause. He died mid way through his run of cancer. There are many statues of him and
one that especially hits me is the one where his run ended, in the middle of a highway near Port Arthur,
Ontario, Canada. He could not continue his run, and died in a hospital 25 years ago.
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