He's a local celebrity of the running world in Austin and I just found out today he lives in our neighborhood. I'd long suspected he did, I would see him after races having parties and dressed in his running outfits. I see his wife walking around the neighborhood with their two adorable little girls, one who is around the same age as Stella, and she would be dressed in African clothes. Well today I saw her back out of their driveway in a car emblazoned with "Gilbert's Gazelles" all over it, so it is indeed him. I checked out his website at www.gilbertsgazelles.com and read the most horrifying story:
"On October 21, 1993, the centuries-old war between the Tutsi and Hutu tribes erupted in horrific reality one afternoon as Gilbert and his classmates were in school. The Hutu classmates at the Kibimba school, their parents, some teachers and other Hutu tribesmen, forced more than a hundred Tutsi children and teachers into a room where they beat and burned them to death. After nine hours of being buried by the corpses of his beloved friends, and himself on fire, Gilbert used the charred bone of one of his classmates to break through a window. He jumped free of the burning building and ran into the night, on charred feet, the sole survivor of one of the most horrible massacres in the long Tutsi-Hutu war. He ran from that horror into a new life."
I cannot even fathom, what a horrible story and what an inspiring man!