Iraqi Secret

He
was telling the truth.

You
know, since that time, I've had to (as I'm sure you have also) walk
down many mean streets. For three years I was an MP in Europe operating
under extremely stressful conditions. I was selected to go through some
very special training at a certain U.S. government "facility" in
Oberammergau, Germany... the existence of which... is not even dreamed
about by any civilians and, very few
commanding officers. Even in the highest echelons of the military. I
think maybe I shouldn't write much about that but, I can tell you, the violent types I was
introduced to there are far worse than any nightmare you've ever had. I've been a prison guard and a
prison inmate. I've gone up against guys with guns, guys with knives...
and once... I had to cripple a guy twice my size who just simply gave
me no other choice.

The
problem with all this is, I'm not an especially tough person and this
kind of stuff really frightens me. What has been even more scary is
standing up to the U.S. government and all the steel-edged, stone-cold,
ethically devoid, soulless assholes you encounter when trying to do
business in America these days. But so far (thank God and cross my
fingers) I've survived it all... and even prospered BIG TIME... and...
I do believe part of my survival and part of my successes (business,
personal and military) can be credited to the "mindset training" I got
from that little Puerto Rican drill sergeant

See,
he knew something I didn't. He knew, in real life, you don't get to
yell, "Time out" when you are sick, tired and scared... and then...
have the enemy cut you some slack. NO! As real life teaches us all...

The
Enemy Will Rejoice In

And

Exploit Your Misery!

So
it is in the battlefields of war. And, so it is in the battlefields of
business.

Listen: Some time ago, I gave a
seminar most of my readers don't know about. It was a brutal seminar. At the end of
that seminar, one man was sobbing. He'd become so emotional, he
couldn't speak any more. Was he angry with me? No, not all. He was
grateful. What I did was, I attacked and demolished a project he was
working on which didn't have a prayer of succeeding. I made him "GET
IT" right then and there... before... he wasted any more of his time
and money. I wrote out on my easel and made him scream the following
instructions...

"Abandon This Stupid,

Bullshit Project!"

It
wasn't an act of cruelty. It was an act of kindness. And, I'm proud to
say he and everyone else in that seminar room perceived it as such.

Ever
hear of Jeff Paul? In those days he was so broke, he couldn't afford to
eat in the restaurant where the seminar was being held. What he was
doing (unbeknownst to me) was hiding out in his hotel room with his
wife and they were eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.