Admiral McRaven addresses the University of Texas at Austin Class of 2014
Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you,
President Powers, Provost Fenves, Deans, members of the faculty, family and friends and most
importantly, the class of 2014. It is indeed an honor for me to be here tonight.
It's been almost 37 years to the day that I graduated from UT.
I remember a lot of things about that day.
I remember I had throbbing headache from a
party the night before. I remember I had a serious girlfriend, whom I later marriedthat's
important to remember, by the wayand I. Remember I was getting commissioned in the
Navy that day. But of all the things I remember, I don't
have a clue who the commencement speaker was, and I certainly don't remember anything they
said.
So, acknowledging that fact, if I can't make
this commencement speech memorable, I will at least try to make it short.
The University's slogan is, "What starts here changes the world."
I've got to admit, I kinda like it. "What starts here changes the world."
Tonight there are almost 8,000 students, there are more than 8,000 students graduating from
UT. That great paragon of analytical rigor, Ask.Com,
says that the average American will meet 10,000 people in their lifetime. 10,000 People.
That's
a lot of folks. But if every one of you changed the lives
of just 10 people, and each one of those people changed the lives of another 10 people, and
another 10, then in five generations125 yearsthe class of 2014 will have changed
the lives of 800 million people. 800 Million people. Think about it: over twice
the population of the United States.
Go one more generation and you can change the entire
population of the world: eight billion people. If you think it's hard to change the lives
of 10 peoplechange their lives foreveryou're wrong. I saw it happen every day in Iraq and
Afghanistan. A young Army officer makes a decision to go
left instead of right down a road in Baghdad, and the 10 soldiers with him are saved from
close-in ambush.
In Kandahar province in Afghanistan, a non-commissioned
officer from the Female Engagement Team senses something isn't right and directs the infantry
platoon away from a 500-pound IED, saving the lives of a dozen soldiers.
But, if you think about it, not only were these soldiers saved by the decisions of one
person, but their children were saved. And their children's children. Generations were
saved by one decision, by one person. But changing the world can happen anywhere,
and anyone can do it.
So, what starts here can indeed change the
world, but the question is: What will the world look like after you change it?
Well, I am confident that it will look much, much better. But if you will humor this old
sailor for just a moment, I have a few suggestions that may help you on your way to a better
a world. And while these lessons were learned during
my time in the military, I can assure you that it matters not whether you ever served
a day in uniform. It matters not your gender, your ethnic or religious background, your
orientation, or your social status.
Our struggles in this world are similar, and
the lessons to overcome those struggles and to move forwardchanging ourselves and changing
the world around uswill apply equally to all.
I have been a Navy SEAL for 36 years. But it all began when I left UT for Basic SEAL
training in Coronado, California. Basic SEAL training is six months of long,
torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles
courses, unending calisthenics, days without sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable.
It is six months of being constantly harassed by professionally trained warriors who seek
to find the weak of mind and body and eliminate them from ever becoming a Navy SEAL.
But the training also seeks to find those students who can lead in an environment of
constant stress, chaos, failure and hardships. To me, basic SEAL training was a lifetime
of challenges crammed into six months.
So, here are the 10 lesson's I learned from
basic SEAL training that hopefully will be of value to you as you move forward in life.
Every morning in SEAL training, my instructors, who at the time were all Viet Nam veterans,
would show up in my barracks room, and the first thing they would inspect was my bed.
If you did it right, the corners would be square, the covers pulled tight, the pillow
centered just under the headboard and the extra blanket folded neatly at the foot of
the rack. It was a simple task, mundane at best. But
every morning we were required to make our bed to perfection. It seemed a little ridiculous
at the time, particularly in light of the fact that were aspiring to be real warriors,
tough battle-hardened SEALs.
But the wisdom of this simple act has been proven to me many
times over. If you make your bed every morning you will
have accomplished the first task of the day. It will give you a small sense of pride and
it will encourage you to do another task, and another, and another.
And by the end of the day, that one task completed will have turned into many tasks completed.
Making your bed will also reinforce the fact that the little things in life matter.
If you can't do the little things right, you will never be able to do the big things right.
And, if by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is madethat
you madeand a made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.
If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.
During SEAL training the students...During training the student are broken down into
boat crews. Each crew is seven studentsthree on each side of a small rubber boat and one
coxswain to help guide the dingy.
Every day your boat crew forms up on the beach
and is instructed to get through the surf zone and paddle several miles down the coast.
In the winter, the surf off San Diego can get to be 8 to 10 feet high and it is exceedingly
difficult to paddle through the plunging surf unless everyone digs in.
Every paddle must be synchronized to the stroke count of the coxswain. Everyone must exert
equal effort or the boat will turn against the wave and be unceremoniously dumped back
on the beach. For the boat to make it to its destination, everyone must paddle.
You can't change the world aloneyou will need some help. And to truly get from your
starting point to your destination takes friends, colleagues, the good will of strangers and
a strong coxswain to guide you.
If you want to change the world, find someone
to help you paddle. Over a few weeks of difficult training my
SEAL class, which started with 150 men, was down to just 42. There were now six boat crews
of seven men each. I was in the boat with the tall guys, but
the best boat crew we had was made up of the little guys"the munchkin crew," we called
themno one was over five-foot-five.
The munchkin boat crew had one American Indian,
one African American, one Polish America, one Greek American, one Italian American,
and two tough kids from the Midwest. They out-paddled, out-ran and out-swam all
the other boat crews. The big men in the other boat crews would
always make good-natured fun of the tiny little flippers the munchkins put on their tiny little
feet prior to every swim. But somehow these little guys, from every
corner of the nation and the world, always had the last laugh, swimming faster than everyone
and reaching the shore long before the rest of us.
SEAL training was a great equalizer.
Nothing mattered but your will to succeed. Not your
color, not your ethnic background, not your education and not your social status.
If you want to change the world, measure a person by the size of their heart, not by
the size of their flippers. Several times a week, the instructors would
line up the class and do a uniform inspection. It was exceptionally thorough.
Your hat had to be perfectly starched, your uniform immaculately pressed and your belt
buckle shiny and void of any smudges.
But it seemed that no matter how much effort
you put into starching your hat, or pressing your uniform or polishing your belt buckle,
it just wasn't good enough. The instructors would fine something wrong.
For failing the uniform inspection, the student had to run, fully clothed into the surf zone.
Then, wet from head to toe, roll around on the beach until every part of your body was
covered with sand. The effect was known as "sugar cookie." You
stayed in the uniform the rest of the daycold, wet and sandy.
There were many a student who just couldn't accept the fact that all their efforts were
in vain. That no matter how hard they tried to get the uniform right, it was unappreciated.
Those students didn't make it through training.
Those students didn't understand the purpose
of the drill. You were never going to succeed. You were never going to have a perfect uniform.
The instructors weren't going to allow it. Sometimes no matter how well you prepare or
how well you perform you still end up as a sugar cookie.
It's just the way life is sometimes.
If you want to change the world, get over being a sugar cookie and keep moving forward.
Every day during training you were challenged with multiple physical eventslong runs,
long swims, obstacle courses, hours of calisthenicssomething designed to test your mettle.
Every event had standards, times you had to meet. If you failed to meet those times, those
standards, your name was posted on a list and at the end of the day those on the list
were invited to a "circus." A circus was two hours of additional calisthenics,
designed to wear you down, to break your spirit, to force you to quit. No one wanted a circus.
A circus meant that for that day you didn't measure up. A circus meant more fatigue, and
more fatigue meant that the following day would be more difficult, and more circuses
were likely.
But at some time during SEAL training, everyoneeveryonemade
the circus list. But an interesting thing happened to those
who were constantly on the list. Over time, those studentswho did two hours of extra
calisthenicsgot stronger and stronger. The pain of the circuses built inner strength
and physical resiliency.
Life is filled with circuses.
You will fail. You will likely fail often. It will be painful. It will be discouraging.
At times it will test you to your very core.
But if you want to change the world, don't
be afraid of the circuses. At least twice a week, the trainees were required
to run the obstacle course. The obstacle course contained 25 obstacles, including a 10-foot
wall, a 30-foot cargo net and a barbed wire crawl, to name a few.
But the most challenging obstacle was the slide for life. It had a three-level, 30-foot
tower at one end and a one-level tower at the other.
In between was a 200-foot-long
rope. You had to climb the three tiered tower and,
once at the top, you grabbed the rope, swung underneath the rope and pulled yourself, hand
over hand, until you got to the other end. The record for the obstacle course had stood
for years when my class began in 1977. The record seemed unbeatable.
Until one day,
a student decided to go down the slide for life head first.
Instead of swinging his body underneath the rope and inching his way down, he bravely
mounted the TOP of the rope and thrust himself forward.
It was a dangerous moveseemingly foolish and fraught with risk. Failure could mean
injury and being dropped from the course. Without hesitation the student slid down the
rope perilously fast. Instead of several minutes, it only took him half that time.
And by the
end of the course he had broken the record. If you want to change the world, sometimes
you have to slide down the obstacles head first.
During the land warfare phase of training, the students are flown out to San Clemente
Island, which lies off the coast of San Diego. The waters off San Clemente are a breeding
ground for the great white sharks. To pass SEAL training there are a series of long swims
that must be completed.
One is the night swim. Before the swim the instructors joyfully brief
the students on all the species of sharks that inhabit the waters off San Clemente.
They assure you, however, that no student has ever been eaten by a sharkat least
not that they can remember. But, you are also taught that if a shark begins
to circle your position, stand your ground. Do not swim away.
Do not act afraid.
And if the shark, hungry for a midnight snack, darts towards you, then summons up all your
strength and punch him in the snout, and he will turn and swim away.
There are a lot of sharks in the world. If you hope to complete the swim you will have
to deal with them. So, if you want to change the world, don't
back down from the sharks. As Navy SEALs one of our jobs is to conduct
underwater attacks against enemy shipping.
We practiced this technique extensively during
training. The ship attack mission is where a pair of
SEAL divers is dropped off outside an enemy harbor and then swims well over two miles,
under water, using nothing but a depth gauge and a compass to get to the target.
During the entire swim, even well below the surface, there is some light that comes through.
It is comforting to know that there is open water above you.
But as you approach the ship, which is tied to a pier, the light begins to fade. The steel
structure of the ship blocks the moonlight. It blocks the surrounding street lamps.
It
blocks all ambient light. To be successful in your mission, you have
to swim under the ship and find the keel: the centerline and the deepest part of the
ship. This is your objective. But the keel is also
the darkest part of the shipwhere you cannot see your hand in front of your face, where
the noise from the ship's machinery is deafening and where it get to be easily disoriented
and you can fail.
Every SEAL knows that under the keel, at the
darkest moment of the mission, is the time when you need to be calm, when you must be
calm, when you must be composed, when all your tactical skills, your physical power
and all your inner strength must be brought to bear.
If you want to change the world, you must be your very best in the darkest moments.
The ninth week of training is referred to as "Hell Week." It is six days of no sleep,
constant physical and mental harassment and one special day at the Mud Flats. The Mud
Flats are area between San Diego and Tijuana where the water runs off and creates the Tijuana
slues, a swampy patch of terrain where the mud will engulf you.
It is on Wednesday of Hell Week that you paddle down to the mud flats and spend the next 15
hours trying to survive the freezing cold, the howling wind and the incessant pressure
to quit from the instructors. As the sun began to set that Wednesday evening,
my training class, having committed some "egregious infraction of the rules," was ordered into
the mud. The mud consumed each man 'til there was nothing
visible but our heads.
The instructors told us we could leave the mud if only five men
would quitonly five men, just five men and we could get out of the oppressive cold.
Looking around the mud flat it was apparent that some students were about to give up.
It was still over eight hours till the sun came up, eight more hours of bone chilling
cold. The chattering teeth and shivering moans of
the trainees were so loud it was hard to hear anything. And then, one voice began to echo
through the night. One voice raised in song.
The song was terribly out of tune but sung
with great enthusiasm. One voice became two, and two became three,
and before long everyone in the class was singing.
The instructors threatened us with more time in the mud if we kept up the singing, but
the singing persisted. And somehow the mud seemed a little warmer, and the wind a little
tamer and the dawn not so far away. If I have learned anything in my time traveling
the world, it is the power of hope.
The power of one personWashington, Lincoln, King,
Mandela and even a young girl from Pakistan, Malalaone person can change the world by
giving people hope. So, if you want to change the world, start
singing when you're up to your neck in mud. Finally, in SEAL training there is a bell.
A brass bell that hangs in the center of the compound for all the students to see.
All you have to do to quit is ring the bell. Ring the bell and you no longer have to wake
up at 5 o'clock.
Ring the bell and you no longer have to be in the freezing cold swims.
Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the runs, the obstacle course, the PT, and
you no longer have to endure the hardships of training.
All you have to do is ring the bell to get out.
If you want to change the world don't ever, ever ring the bell.
To the class of 2014, you are moments away from graduating. Moments away from beginning
your journey through life. Moments away from starting to change the world for the better.
It will not be easy. But, YOU are the class of 2014the class
that can affect the lives of 800 million people in the next century.
Start each day with a task completed.
Find someone to help you through life.
Respect everyone. Know that life is not fair and that you will
fail often, but if take you take some risks, step up when the times are toughest, face
down the bullies, lift up the downtrodden and never, ever give upif you do these
things, the next generation and the generations that follow will live in a world far better
than the one we have today, and what started here will indeed have changed the worldfor
the better. Thank you very much. Hook 'em horns..
President Powers, Provost Fenves, Deans, members of the faculty, family and friends and most
importantly, the class of 2014. It is indeed an honor for me to be here tonight.
It's been almost 37 years to the day that I graduated from UT.
I remember a lot of things about that day.
I remember I had throbbing headache from a
party the night before. I remember I had a serious girlfriend, whom I later marriedthat's
important to remember, by the wayand I. Remember I was getting commissioned in the
Navy that day. But of all the things I remember, I don't
have a clue who the commencement speaker was, and I certainly don't remember anything they
said.
So, acknowledging that fact, if I can't make
this commencement speech memorable, I will at least try to make it short.
The University's slogan is, "What starts here changes the world."
I've got to admit, I kinda like it. "What starts here changes the world."
Tonight there are almost 8,000 students, there are more than 8,000 students graduating from
UT. That great paragon of analytical rigor, Ask.Com,
says that the average American will meet 10,000 people in their lifetime. 10,000 People.
That's
a lot of folks. But if every one of you changed the lives
of just 10 people, and each one of those people changed the lives of another 10 people, and
another 10, then in five generations125 yearsthe class of 2014 will have changed
the lives of 800 million people. 800 Million people. Think about it: over twice
the population of the United States.
Go one more generation and you can change the entire
population of the world: eight billion people. If you think it's hard to change the lives
of 10 peoplechange their lives foreveryou're wrong. I saw it happen every day in Iraq and
Afghanistan. A young Army officer makes a decision to go
left instead of right down a road in Baghdad, and the 10 soldiers with him are saved from
close-in ambush.
In Kandahar province in Afghanistan, a non-commissioned
officer from the Female Engagement Team senses something isn't right and directs the infantry
platoon away from a 500-pound IED, saving the lives of a dozen soldiers.
But, if you think about it, not only were these soldiers saved by the decisions of one
person, but their children were saved. And their children's children. Generations were
saved by one decision, by one person. But changing the world can happen anywhere,
and anyone can do it.
So, what starts here can indeed change the
world, but the question is: What will the world look like after you change it?
Well, I am confident that it will look much, much better. But if you will humor this old
sailor for just a moment, I have a few suggestions that may help you on your way to a better
a world. And while these lessons were learned during
my time in the military, I can assure you that it matters not whether you ever served
a day in uniform. It matters not your gender, your ethnic or religious background, your
orientation, or your social status.
Our struggles in this world are similar, and
the lessons to overcome those struggles and to move forwardchanging ourselves and changing
the world around uswill apply equally to all.
I have been a Navy SEAL for 36 years. But it all began when I left UT for Basic SEAL
training in Coronado, California. Basic SEAL training is six months of long,
torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles
courses, unending calisthenics, days without sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable.
It is six months of being constantly harassed by professionally trained warriors who seek
to find the weak of mind and body and eliminate them from ever becoming a Navy SEAL.
But the training also seeks to find those students who can lead in an environment of
constant stress, chaos, failure and hardships. To me, basic SEAL training was a lifetime
of challenges crammed into six months.
So, here are the 10 lesson's I learned from
basic SEAL training that hopefully will be of value to you as you move forward in life.
Every morning in SEAL training, my instructors, who at the time were all Viet Nam veterans,
would show up in my barracks room, and the first thing they would inspect was my bed.
If you did it right, the corners would be square, the covers pulled tight, the pillow
centered just under the headboard and the extra blanket folded neatly at the foot of
the rack. It was a simple task, mundane at best. But
every morning we were required to make our bed to perfection. It seemed a little ridiculous
at the time, particularly in light of the fact that were aspiring to be real warriors,
tough battle-hardened SEALs.
But the wisdom of this simple act has been proven to me many
times over. If you make your bed every morning you will
have accomplished the first task of the day. It will give you a small sense of pride and
it will encourage you to do another task, and another, and another.
And by the end of the day, that one task completed will have turned into many tasks completed.
Making your bed will also reinforce the fact that the little things in life matter.
If you can't do the little things right, you will never be able to do the big things right.
And, if by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is madethat
you madeand a made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.
If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.
During SEAL training the students...During training the student are broken down into
boat crews. Each crew is seven studentsthree on each side of a small rubber boat and one
coxswain to help guide the dingy.
Every day your boat crew forms up on the beach
and is instructed to get through the surf zone and paddle several miles down the coast.
In the winter, the surf off San Diego can get to be 8 to 10 feet high and it is exceedingly
difficult to paddle through the plunging surf unless everyone digs in.
Every paddle must be synchronized to the stroke count of the coxswain. Everyone must exert
equal effort or the boat will turn against the wave and be unceremoniously dumped back
on the beach. For the boat to make it to its destination, everyone must paddle.
You can't change the world aloneyou will need some help. And to truly get from your
starting point to your destination takes friends, colleagues, the good will of strangers and
a strong coxswain to guide you.
If you want to change the world, find someone
to help you paddle. Over a few weeks of difficult training my
SEAL class, which started with 150 men, was down to just 42. There were now six boat crews
of seven men each. I was in the boat with the tall guys, but
the best boat crew we had was made up of the little guys"the munchkin crew," we called
themno one was over five-foot-five.
The munchkin boat crew had one American Indian,
one African American, one Polish America, one Greek American, one Italian American,
and two tough kids from the Midwest. They out-paddled, out-ran and out-swam all
the other boat crews. The big men in the other boat crews would
always make good-natured fun of the tiny little flippers the munchkins put on their tiny little
feet prior to every swim. But somehow these little guys, from every
corner of the nation and the world, always had the last laugh, swimming faster than everyone
and reaching the shore long before the rest of us.
SEAL training was a great equalizer.
Nothing mattered but your will to succeed. Not your
color, not your ethnic background, not your education and not your social status.
If you want to change the world, measure a person by the size of their heart, not by
the size of their flippers. Several times a week, the instructors would
line up the class and do a uniform inspection. It was exceptionally thorough.
Your hat had to be perfectly starched, your uniform immaculately pressed and your belt
buckle shiny and void of any smudges.
But it seemed that no matter how much effort
you put into starching your hat, or pressing your uniform or polishing your belt buckle,
it just wasn't good enough. The instructors would fine something wrong.
For failing the uniform inspection, the student had to run, fully clothed into the surf zone.
Then, wet from head to toe, roll around on the beach until every part of your body was
covered with sand. The effect was known as "sugar cookie." You
stayed in the uniform the rest of the daycold, wet and sandy.
There were many a student who just couldn't accept the fact that all their efforts were
in vain. That no matter how hard they tried to get the uniform right, it was unappreciated.
Those students didn't make it through training.
Those students didn't understand the purpose
of the drill. You were never going to succeed. You were never going to have a perfect uniform.
The instructors weren't going to allow it. Sometimes no matter how well you prepare or
how well you perform you still end up as a sugar cookie.
It's just the way life is sometimes.
If you want to change the world, get over being a sugar cookie and keep moving forward.
Every day during training you were challenged with multiple physical eventslong runs,
long swims, obstacle courses, hours of calisthenicssomething designed to test your mettle.
Every event had standards, times you had to meet. If you failed to meet those times, those
standards, your name was posted on a list and at the end of the day those on the list
were invited to a "circus." A circus was two hours of additional calisthenics,
designed to wear you down, to break your spirit, to force you to quit. No one wanted a circus.
A circus meant that for that day you didn't measure up. A circus meant more fatigue, and
more fatigue meant that the following day would be more difficult, and more circuses
were likely.
But at some time during SEAL training, everyoneeveryonemade
the circus list. But an interesting thing happened to those
who were constantly on the list. Over time, those studentswho did two hours of extra
calisthenicsgot stronger and stronger. The pain of the circuses built inner strength
and physical resiliency.
Life is filled with circuses.
You will fail. You will likely fail often. It will be painful. It will be discouraging.
At times it will test you to your very core.
But if you want to change the world, don't
be afraid of the circuses. At least twice a week, the trainees were required
to run the obstacle course. The obstacle course contained 25 obstacles, including a 10-foot
wall, a 30-foot cargo net and a barbed wire crawl, to name a few.
But the most challenging obstacle was the slide for life. It had a three-level, 30-foot
tower at one end and a one-level tower at the other.
In between was a 200-foot-long
rope. You had to climb the three tiered tower and,
once at the top, you grabbed the rope, swung underneath the rope and pulled yourself, hand
over hand, until you got to the other end. The record for the obstacle course had stood
for years when my class began in 1977. The record seemed unbeatable.
Until one day,
a student decided to go down the slide for life head first.
Instead of swinging his body underneath the rope and inching his way down, he bravely
mounted the TOP of the rope and thrust himself forward.
It was a dangerous moveseemingly foolish and fraught with risk. Failure could mean
injury and being dropped from the course. Without hesitation the student slid down the
rope perilously fast. Instead of several minutes, it only took him half that time.
And by the
end of the course he had broken the record. If you want to change the world, sometimes
you have to slide down the obstacles head first.
During the land warfare phase of training, the students are flown out to San Clemente
Island, which lies off the coast of San Diego. The waters off San Clemente are a breeding
ground for the great white sharks. To pass SEAL training there are a series of long swims
that must be completed.
One is the night swim. Before the swim the instructors joyfully brief
the students on all the species of sharks that inhabit the waters off San Clemente.
They assure you, however, that no student has ever been eaten by a sharkat least
not that they can remember. But, you are also taught that if a shark begins
to circle your position, stand your ground. Do not swim away.
Do not act afraid.
And if the shark, hungry for a midnight snack, darts towards you, then summons up all your
strength and punch him in the snout, and he will turn and swim away.
There are a lot of sharks in the world. If you hope to complete the swim you will have
to deal with them. So, if you want to change the world, don't
back down from the sharks. As Navy SEALs one of our jobs is to conduct
underwater attacks against enemy shipping.
We practiced this technique extensively during
training. The ship attack mission is where a pair of
SEAL divers is dropped off outside an enemy harbor and then swims well over two miles,
under water, using nothing but a depth gauge and a compass to get to the target.
During the entire swim, even well below the surface, there is some light that comes through.
It is comforting to know that there is open water above you.
But as you approach the ship, which is tied to a pier, the light begins to fade. The steel
structure of the ship blocks the moonlight. It blocks the surrounding street lamps.
It
blocks all ambient light. To be successful in your mission, you have
to swim under the ship and find the keel: the centerline and the deepest part of the
ship. This is your objective. But the keel is also
the darkest part of the shipwhere you cannot see your hand in front of your face, where
the noise from the ship's machinery is deafening and where it get to be easily disoriented
and you can fail.
Every SEAL knows that under the keel, at the
darkest moment of the mission, is the time when you need to be calm, when you must be
calm, when you must be composed, when all your tactical skills, your physical power
and all your inner strength must be brought to bear.
If you want to change the world, you must be your very best in the darkest moments.
The ninth week of training is referred to as "Hell Week." It is six days of no sleep,
constant physical and mental harassment and one special day at the Mud Flats. The Mud
Flats are area between San Diego and Tijuana where the water runs off and creates the Tijuana
slues, a swampy patch of terrain where the mud will engulf you.
It is on Wednesday of Hell Week that you paddle down to the mud flats and spend the next 15
hours trying to survive the freezing cold, the howling wind and the incessant pressure
to quit from the instructors. As the sun began to set that Wednesday evening,
my training class, having committed some "egregious infraction of the rules," was ordered into
the mud. The mud consumed each man 'til there was nothing
visible but our heads.
The instructors told us we could leave the mud if only five men
would quitonly five men, just five men and we could get out of the oppressive cold.
Looking around the mud flat it was apparent that some students were about to give up.
It was still over eight hours till the sun came up, eight more hours of bone chilling
cold. The chattering teeth and shivering moans of
the trainees were so loud it was hard to hear anything. And then, one voice began to echo
through the night. One voice raised in song.
The song was terribly out of tune but sung
with great enthusiasm. One voice became two, and two became three,
and before long everyone in the class was singing.
The instructors threatened us with more time in the mud if we kept up the singing, but
the singing persisted. And somehow the mud seemed a little warmer, and the wind a little
tamer and the dawn not so far away. If I have learned anything in my time traveling
the world, it is the power of hope.
The power of one personWashington, Lincoln, King,
Mandela and even a young girl from Pakistan, Malalaone person can change the world by
giving people hope. So, if you want to change the world, start
singing when you're up to your neck in mud. Finally, in SEAL training there is a bell.
A brass bell that hangs in the center of the compound for all the students to see.
All you have to do to quit is ring the bell. Ring the bell and you no longer have to wake
up at 5 o'clock.
Ring the bell and you no longer have to be in the freezing cold swims.
Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the runs, the obstacle course, the PT, and
you no longer have to endure the hardships of training.
All you have to do is ring the bell to get out.
If you want to change the world don't ever, ever ring the bell.
To the class of 2014, you are moments away from graduating. Moments away from beginning
your journey through life. Moments away from starting to change the world for the better.
It will not be easy. But, YOU are the class of 2014the class
that can affect the lives of 800 million people in the next century.
Start each day with a task completed.
Find someone to help you through life.
Respect everyone. Know that life is not fair and that you will
fail often, but if take you take some risks, step up when the times are toughest, face
down the bullies, lift up the downtrodden and never, ever give upif you do these
things, the next generation and the generations that follow will live in a world far better
than the one we have today, and what started here will indeed have changed the worldfor
the better. Thank you very much. Hook 'em horns..
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