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Humility taught me to look for lessons in the people around me. Gratitude taught me to never forget where those lessons came from. In the...

I was 19, fresh out of a small Florida town and into the Army, carrying the mindset that if I showed up ready to give my best every day,...

Iris Falls I’m back. Back from the Bechler River. Back from days of deep wilderness, long miles, cold water crossings, and shared...

“Never be too proud to ask for help—or too selfish to offer it.”

Some friendships and mentors walk with us for only part of the trail. Then, somewhere along the way, they step off, and we’re left to...

“Your name matters. When folks think of you, let them think of honesty, hard work, and kindness.”

“Some days you carry the load. Some days, the load carries you. Either way, keep walking.”

Most people learn problem-solving from textbooks. I learned it by fixing a cracked radiator hose with duct tape, 20 miles from the...

“Comfort zones feel safe, but they never grow you. Some of the strongest parts of me were forged far from home.”

“You don’t have to be the fastest or smartest in the room. Just be the one who doesn’t quit.”

“People will test you. Environments will test you. But your values—what you stand on—shouldn’t budge an inch.”

“If you wait until you’re ready, you’ll miss most of life. The best decisions I ever made—I wasn’t ready. I was willing.”

“Strength isn’t loud. Real strength is quiet, steady, and shows up when things get hard. Be that kind of strong.”

“You don’t need perfect conditions to make progress. I’ve fixed engines with duct tape and hunted supper with one shell—use what you...

MH-47 The roar of the crowd was a distant hum, a muffled echo against the sharp, searing pain in my side. I lay on the damp grass, the...

In the idyllic, tree-lined campus of Bushwood Academy, the rhythm of student life hummed a familiar tune. Class bells chimed, laughter...

I was six the first time my father handed me a .22 rifle. It wasn’t some grand rite of passage. No ceremony. Just a foggy December...

I remember riding in an old Ford pickup with my dad down a dirt road that carved through a field of knee-high ryegrass. It was one of...

Feeling a little nostalgic tonight thinking about my military experiences and want to share. I hope you enjoy, reflect and celebrate...

Some voices never leave you. They echo in your head when you’re standing at a crossroads. They whisper in the quiet moments, show up in...