"In 1919, when he was 2 years old, Louis Zamperini climbed out his bedroom window and ran down the street naked. The same year, his family moved from New York to California; at one point during the trip, Zamperini went running the length of the train and right out the back of the caboose. He was later found toddling happily along the tracks.
By high school, Zamperini was a phenomenally gifted miler with astounding stamina and a hip-rolling, ground-eating seven-foot stride. But long before then, it was apparent that he had something even rarer and less easily explicable inside him: a chronic restlessness, something beyond even willpower, that wouldn't allow him to give up even when going on was no longer endurable. Zamperini's life is the subject of a new book by Laura Hillenbrand, who also wrote Seabiscuit, the story of another great racer of the 1930s. But unlike Seabiscuit's, Zamperini's story had a terrible second act that took place far from the racetrack."
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