Good Read

“An open letter to the NFL players,

You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football.

Your best friend was just like you, except he didn’t play football. Instead of going to football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage. You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you.

Your best friend worked double shifts at Mickey D’s. College was not an option for him. On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts.
He went to basic training.

You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights , ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football players in the country.

Your best friend was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19 year old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American’s give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.

You went to the NFL combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he will be paid $32,000 per year.

You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will “make it rain” in the club. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees.

On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers. Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and “go to the rear” to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.

To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all likeminded Americans to boycott the NFL as well.”
Author Unknown

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3 Days of Leadership & Tactics

3 Days of Leadership & Tactics
Pensacola Beach
February 6-8, 2018
Hampton Inn on Pensacola Beach
Rooms $85 a night with Free Breakfast. Social Networking each night.

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P A S S I O N “Commitment”

IMG_1929 Who/What created your passion? Who/What motivates you? What/Who made you want to be a firefighter? Who molded you to be who you are today? Why do you go that extra step? Why do work so hard to provide for your family? Why didn’t you give up on your realationship? I lost my Dad a year ago and I think about him every single day. I think about what he said and didn’t say. See my Dad taugt me more through his actions and silence than most do through talking. I always knew I looked up to my Dad and he inspired me to give it a 100%. He didn’t realize it, but I always wanted to impress him, make him proud, show him that I could be a good person. My Dad loved Life, Loved This Country and REALLY LOVED PEOPLE. He taught me to not judge others and form my own opinion. He taught me that if it feels wrong that it is wrong. My Dad was ALWAYS there by my side TO give me that silent direction. Im trying so hard to be half what he was to my kids. Be a parent and/or a Mentor is work that takes serious COMMITMENT!!!!

I AM FULLY COMMITTED TO BEING THE BEST DAD I CAN BE and then the Best Firefighter I can be. See the Fire Service is important, but not more important than your FAMILY and making the most of those years that your kids still live in your house. Love the Fire Department, but LOVE JESUS AND YOUR FAMILY FIRST!!

That is Commitment to Priorities.

Thanks-Curt Isakson