This book was exactly what I would have pictured a book written by Tim Tebow to be. And there is nothing wrong with that.

I've always been a fan of Tim's, and I like to believe what I've always seen from him. That he is a decent, strong, genuine person with a huge heart, meant for more than just football.

There is nothing earth-shattering or profound in this story, but it's full of simple goodness and tenacity. Tim doesn't try to be something he is not. He never claims to be a martyr, or a victim, or a prophet, and neither is he a saint. He admits to the very human trials he's been through, no matter how little they measure up to what others may endure, and never claims to be above it all.

I thought my difference of religious/spiritual beliefs from the author would make this extremely difficult to read, because obviously his faith is such an important part of his life. But it is the kind of faith that sets out to make the world a better place. Not just conversion and salvation, but dreams achieved and people cared for, true religion according to the Christian bible.

I loved this glimpse into a life so seemingly public, and it unintentionally casts a harsh light on the focus of society, which loves to spotlight the inconsequential above the real and the kind.