My five months at the FBI Academy were designed to train new agents like myself to be mentally tough, so we could land on our feet when confronted with the unknown. I entered the Academy believing proper training would give me the hard skills to bulldoze my way...
I grew up on a remote Wyoming cattle ranch, learning how to navigate sagebrush, rattlesnakes, and corrals full of fresh cow pies. The best shoes for that rough environment were Red Wing lace-up high-top boots. They weren’t much of a fashion statement for a...
At the FBI Academy, new agents like myself spent five months role-playing, alternating between being the bad guy who needed to be arrested and the good guy whose job it was to take scum off the streets. The role-playing was meant to instill confidence in ourselves...
This article was first published on Forbes Business Council. I remember my dad scolding me for climbing into a corral full of horses. He warned me, “You could get kicked. Use your brains!” Despite knowing the danger, I still step into corrals to pet...
My first low point in life occurred after I graduated from college and found myself in a mindless job. I hated my life and wanted to change it, but how? At first, I thought it was depression, but what I was experiencing stirred something deep within my soul. It felt...
I’m not a natural athlete. This sad fact became evident at a very inconvenient time—my first day of new agent training at the FBI Academy. New agents are tested in physical fitness and required to accumulate certain points in different areas. I landed at the bottom in...
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