An earthquake just obliterated your town. You’re public sewage is kaput, now what?
Well, if you have an RV, you can certainly use that toilet. If you have a Port-a-John outhouse, even better. But chances are, you don’t. Don’t fret or panic — you never want to do that — just consider the following suggestions: Continue reading →
Below is an article I wrote that was posted on DeseretNews.com and published on Veterans Day, November 11, 2015.
Jon M. is all he wants to be known by. That’s what he told me when he agreed to tell his story of being in Iraq and returning home with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).
Jon is loud and large. He’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind, which sometimes gets him into trouble. His brazen personality and foolish decisions got him into trouble in the U.S. Army. Prior to his first tour to Iraq, he drank too much and vomited all over his first sergeant’s desk.
During his first firefight in Iraq, Jon would change forever. He held down the trigger of a .50-caliber machine gun and started screaming at the six or seven insurgents who were trying to kill him. Continue reading →
We are hardwired in our DNA to pay attention to violence. Our ancestors who did not pay attention were killed. Subsequently, that internal instinct to pay attention to acts of violence or things that threaten our very lives, has been passed down through the generations.
Today, with the evolution of videography and media, there has become a distorted sense of what is actually violence versus entertainment. In other words, many are not especially in tune to actual threats versus perceived encounters of threatening individuals. Now this is not always the case. Those who operate in a capacity of what I like to term as the work of death, have been able to hone in that instinct more than most through passage of training and personal experience, whether on the battlefield or in physical confrontations.
Those who experience this phenomenon of violence and reacting to violence overtime have an enlarged amygdala, that portion of the brain that Continue reading →
PTSD stands for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Like I wrote in the book Warrior SOS, I don’t like the word “disorder.” We all have challenges, but none of us is completely incapable of being restored to good health.
We can heal. Although there are times we may feel cracked, none of us are completely irreparable. In fact, World War I veteran and famed author Ernest Hemingway said it best when he wrote, “We are all broken. That’s how the light gets in.” In other words, with PTS(d) can come post-traumatic growth. I wrote about that in an article for the Deseret News here.
Recently the US Army 2-month Ranger school granted tabs to two females. I believe their effort should be applauded. But this new trend of allowing women into the special operations community, not as support personnel, but as operators, is going to turn out as a flop. Why? Because women are not men. Continue reading →
I was baptized by my step-father in June 1981 at the age of eight. I don’t remember all the details, but I do remember that it was a special day. I felt different that day. My baptism was one very positive step in my conversion journey that has not yet ended.
I cannot go this life alone
I need strength beyond my own.
Troubles near and troubles far
It does not matter who you are.
Everyone in time of need
Finds themselves on bended knee,
Looking up as if to say,
“Please help me live another day.”
When life ends it’s mortal journey
And our body’s limp and lonely,
Buried deep within the Earth
We’ll discover our real worth.
In our Heavenly Father’s eyes
We will see Him when He cries
For the wickedness of men
And of war, of rage, and sin.
And so it goes when in life lows
Through dark valleys we must go
Only if my eyes could see
What Heavenly Father sees in me.
He would see an imperfect man,
But He would let me know I can
Return and live with Him someday
With my family here today.
He would help me now to see
That I like Him can someday be
By relying on His Only Son
The Infinite and Eternal One.
I can have a healthy heart;
I can make a brand new start.
He can heal and comfort me
If through His eyes I view me.
I know that God is our Heavenly Father. He knows our struggles and pains. He can heal our homes and our hearts. Although life can sometimes throw us all curve balls, God is never surprised by what happens to us and the trials we experience. We are surprised, but He is not. He knows the end from the beginning. He places us in those situations and allows bad things–sometimes very bad things–to happen. Not because He doesn’t love us, but because He loves us more than we can currently comprehend.
What is your purpose? In order to be fulfilled in life this search, journey and discovery is mandatory.
In the intercessory prayer, Jesus prayed to his Father, “I have finished the work which thou gravest me to do” (John 17:4). I have pondered these words. I have likened them to my own situation, and I’ve wondered how they could apply to each of us.
I believe each person on this earth has a purpose, a mission and a duty to perform. Each mission is different, just as every person is different. We need each other. We need the different capabilities and talents of one another in order for societies to work. We need to have skills that are totally unique and different, and we also need several of the same types of people who share things in common. Continue reading →