Sunday, February 8, 2009

Born Survivor

I had to write a profile essay for my Comm I class this past week...this is what I came up with:





“Life should not be a journey with the sole intention of arriving in a well-preserved, well-kept body. Rather, you should aim to skid in sideways, body covered in scars, thoroughly worn out, used up and shouting: ‘Yahoo, what a ride!’” (Bailey) These are the words of a man named Bear Grylls-adventurer, writer, motivational speaker, T.V. star,and devoted family man. For years Bear has entertained the world with his death defying skydives, his informative survival techniques, and his habit of eating some of the vilest creatures on earth. Bear has become one of the most popular stars on the Discovery Network appearing on such shows like Oprah and The Tonight Show with Jay Leno. Bear has become an instant star in the last few years. When asked by Sports Magazine writer Mark Bailey how he hit the big time, Bear has this to say: "I honestly think it's 1% talent and 99% luck. The more I do these shows, the more I meet better skydivers, better climbers, better survivor guys... and I often think: ‘God, they'd be so much better at this than me.' But there’s nobody more surprised than me, apart perhaps from my wife! Life is like that; you have to grab opportunities and go for it, and I've never been scared to throw my heart and soul into things.” From growing up with his father camping and climbing, to the British Special Forces, to his popularity as a survival expert on television, Bear has always been a man who goes for his dreams and loves adventure.










Bear grew up in Bembridge on the Isle of Wight in Great Britain learning how to camp and climb from his father Sir Michael Grylls, a British Politian who first led Bear on rooftop expeditions to the top of their house when Bear was a young child (Martin). When Bear got older and graduated from school he joined the British military and passed the Special Forces selection in 1994. He served in the Special Forces for three years and learned many tactics, such as: hand to hand combat, desert and winter survival, escape and evade survival, High Altitude Low Opening parachuting, climbing, and Explosive Ordnance Disposal. He became such an expert that he eventually was made an instructor for the British Special Forces in combat survival. He participated in two tours in North Africa. In late 1996 Bear broke his back in three places when his parachute ripped partly open at 1600 feet and he hurled to the earth, landing on his parachute pack, partially crushing three vertebrae. He was medically discharged out of the Special Forces the following year. Most doctors said he would never walk again, but that did not stop Bear from setting his goals and moving forward with his dreams. It took him 18 months to rehabilitate himself back to 100%. It was at this point when Bear set his eyes on his biggest childhood dream: to climb to the summit of Mount Everest.


It took Bear over ninety days of horrific weather conditions, sleep deprivation, and limited oxygen, but Bear finally made it to the top. At only age 23 on May 26th of 1998 he was officially named in the Guinness Book of World Records as the youngest Brit to climb to the top of Everest and make it back alive (BG). The scariest part of the expedition came when he was making his way down from his first reconnaissance climb when he found a crevasse at 19,000 feet. The ice cracked and the ground disappeared underneath him. He was knocked out in the process, but his partner saved his life by keeping a strong hold on the safety rope and pulled Bear back up to safety. Bear wrote his first book about his adventure from back surgery to the top of Everest entitled: ‘The Boy who climbed Everest.’ The book has become an inspiration to many people all over the world on overcoming great odds to fulfill their dreams.







After his successful book Bear was offered a T.V. commercial deal with the deodorant Sure for Men. The commercial featured his story of his climb of Everest and what made him really sweat out of fear. The commercial was a huge success and Bear was looked at as a natural infront of the camera. In 2003, Bear and a documentary film crew began another adventure, where Bear and the team traveled across the North Atlantic Ocean in a small inflatable boat. They traveled through several excruciating weeks of frozen air and icebergs for a documentaryto raise funds for the Prince's Trust Charity. Bear wrote his second book about his adventure entitled ‘Facing the Frozen Ocean', and was named as Sports Book of the Year. Bear was also given an honorary commission in the Royal Navy for succeeding in this thrilling adventure. (BG)







After the success of the documentary Bear was recruited by a local London TV channel to produce a reality TV series called ‘Escape to theLegion', where Bear returned to North Africa to do a simulated basic training with the French Foreign Legion. The show was an instant success and was noticed by a producer from the Discovery Channel who went to Bear and begged him to do a survival show for the cable channel. At first Bear was reluctant to take the job. He was content just being a motivational speaker and leading expeditions, but his wife told him to just try it, and see if he liked it. They did their first show (called ‘Man Vs Wild') in the Rocky Mountains. Bear and his film crew parachuted into the mountains and he began showing the camera what to do to survive. He was instantly hooked. The show went on to become the number one show on cable TV in all of America (BG).







Traveling all over the world filming in different locations, Bear has filmed over 40 episodes of ‘Man Vs Wild' to date. He has stranded himself in some of the most God forsaken places on Earth. From the Sahara Desert to the freezing temperatures of the Siberian frontier of Russia, Bear has jumped head first just for the sake of teaching viewers how to survive and for his love of the adventure. In one episode filmed in the swamp of Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina hit, Bear explored the chaotic swamp teaching viewers how to make a bed above the water, find food from snakes and alligators, and even how to maneuver out of the quicksand like mud. In an episode filmed in Iceland, Bear purposely jumped inside a frozen lake to teach the viewers how to make their way out of the freezing water and quickly warm up before hypothermia could take hold. In the episode filmed inthe Sahara, Bear roamed the desert sand surviving off of scorpions to eat and finding water in the dead carcass of a camel. Bear gutted the camel and found the water stored inside the hump of the camel to drink. He even cleaned the camel out and slept inside of the carcass overnight to avoid the horrific sandstorms. “Our brain is our greatest survival tool. Survival is all about ingenuity: thinking your way around a challenge, calmly, in the heat of the moment. And big heart is then needed to keep going and to never give up.” (BG) And it takes exactly that to survive in some of the situations Bear has put himself into.







Bear's love for adventure and never give up spirit is what makes him such an interesting man. With millions of fans all over the world watching him and learning from him has made him an inspiration to so many people. “My dad always said to me that two things mattered in life. One was ‘always follow your dreams', and the other was ‘always look after your friends'. That mattered much more to him than good school reports, which never really happened anyway! I've never had a shortage of dreams. I'd need ten lifetimes to scratch the surface of what I want to do. I've always tried to follow my dreams.” (Bailey) His travels and adventures all coming to him because of his love for the outdoors and his driving determination to reach his dreams makes him a great example for everyone to learn from.



Works Cited


Bailey, Mark. “Bear Grylls-Born Survivor”. Sport Magazine. Sept 11,2008. January 28, 2009..


"Bear Grylls". January 28, 2009 .Martin, Charlotte.


"My Life In Travel: Bear Grylls". The Independent.April 17, 2004. January 28, 2009 .

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Sports Fan suckin


Clay's blog got me to thinkin....

Well, it wasn't a great time to have me as your fan these past few weeks....All my teams and fighters have gotten creamed, with the exception of my dad's Colts. Randy Couture lost, Forrest lost, Silva lost, the Cowboys got creamed, the Bears played like crap and blew their chance for the playoff's, and the Bronco's got blown away...I'm worried for my Sooners....Maybe if I bet on Florida, I can jinx the Gater's into losing....

Monday, December 22, 2008

Christmas...

Well, Christmas is almost here. Christmas is a time I both hate and love. I like buying people things, and seeing people get happy because of something I've done for them, but at the same time, I really don't like people spending money on me. When my mom asks me what i want for Christmas, I usually say, oh I don't need anything. Because honestly, if i do want something, I'll just go out and get it when I get paid. People are strange to me this time of year. Most people are in a good mood and happy with the festivities of the season, but at the same time people can become very selfish as well. It's all about what I'm going to get for Christmas. I want this, and I want that. I really don't like that part of Christmas. But I do value the Christmas time with my family. I've spent two Christmas seasons away in Iraq and really didn't like it very much. The food was good, but just knowing that my family was home together and I wasn't there to join them was kind of stressful. Which is why I think I take a special value in this time of year. I know what it means to sit in a lonely tower overlooking a neighborhood with bombs going off and gunshots in the distance on Christmas eve, freezing my butt off and wondering what my family was doing at the moment. I try to remember what it was like to be alone for Christmas, and therefore try not to take this time with my family for granted.
Anywho, I get paid tomorrow, so I guess there's nothing like some last minute shopping for my friends and family to get the season started....I should really get started with that as soon as possible, huh....

Friday, December 19, 2008

Infantryman's tales: Harty's World Collides With The College World...

College is so easy. I have no idea why I ever thought it was hard. I guess I was just too young, dumb, and full of you know what to realize how easy I had it. Oh well, I'm glad that I took the chance and headed back after the army, cause really...it's so easy.

Nothin' but A's and one B on the transcript from this semester folks...But I will say this, some of my younger friends at school had a hard time with their classes this semester. I think it's just a lack of discipline on their part, but here is the advice I gave my buddy who struggled all semester with his classes.

Harty's strategy for makin that A on the final (or any test for that matter).

1. You got to study. I know it sounds simple and obvious, but I just can't believe how many of the kids that I sit around at school talkin about how they didn't study for a test, and then they are surprised that they fail it. Come on, it's not that hard. Put down the PS3 controller and pick up the professor's notes that he posted for you on blackboard and read them. They are HIS notes, stupid...the test questions are obviously going to be taken from HIS NOTES.
Personally, I try not to study the day of the test. I feel like if I try to "cram" the day of, I just get nervous and end up forgetting stuff more than remembering stuff. I personally will start studying for a test a few days prior to a test, and then stop the night before. Hey, you might be different, but it's worked so far for me. (It will come down to being relaxed during the test, which I'll mention later.)

2. Get enough sleep. "By cutting down on sleep we learn less, we develop less, we are less bright, we make worse decisions, we accomplish less, we are less productive, we are more prone to errors, and we undermine our true intellectual potential!" Dr. Piotr Wozniak.
I think the doc said enough.

3. Eat a good breakfast. "Studies have shown that adults who eat a healthy breakfast are more efficient during their workday than those who do not. Children who don’t have breakfast get sleepy at school, have a harder time paying attention, and tend to eat more junk food later in the day. Kids who do eat breakfast get higher test scores and perform better in sports." http://www.permanente.net/homepage/kaiser/pdf/6128.pdf
I always eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich the morning of a test. "Peanuts and peanut butter are a good source of vitamin E, powerful antioxidant membranes that protect nerve - plus thiamine to help the brain and nervous system uses glucose for energy.” It's said to be number 3 on the top brain foods according to most doctors, right below salmon and eggs.
http://www.healthtip4you.com/content/top-10-brain-foods-children-give-children-stimulates-brain-nutrition

4. Exercise daily. I'm a huge believer in exercise. I believe that if you build your body, you will build your mind. Exercising daily will also help get rid of that pent up stress that builds up through your daily life. People who exercise daily have a lot more energy throughout the day, so you will be able to pay attention more in class. Make sure to drink plenty of water throughout the day as well. I find when I don't drink enough water during the day, I’ll end up with a headache from dehydration.

5. RELAX. This is the one thing that I see the most from a lot of these "kids" at my college. They wait til the last minute to try and cram the knowledge they need for a test in order to pass. They didn't pay attention in class, so they really don't know what they are trying to cram, and they get all stressed and nervous once finals come. Me, I just try and relax. Like I mentioned earlier about studying, I don't actually study the day of my big test. I study several days before the test, and the way I figure it, if I don't know it by the time the test day comes, then I'll never know it. The day of the test, it's all about relaxing. It's kind of like gettin ready for a big game or back in the army days when I'd get ready for a grappling tournament. All the training was the studying; now it's time to perform. Pull out that iPod, listen to some music, maybe upload a good movie on that iPod and just relax. It's like taking that hot chick you've always loved to look at on a date for the first time. Relax, cause if you show up all nervous and sweaty, you're just gonna look like an idiot. So put on that special movie, head to the bathroom, and relieve that pressure and show up to the big date with a clear mind; someone who is calm, cool, and collected will make a good grade on that test.

I know I'm not an expert in the ways of the college world, but hey, these are just my ideas on how to make that A on the final in Harty's world.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

God's Plan?

One thing that was commented on to me several times with my last post (which yes, I deleted because I thought I was being too sissy and whiny) was the saying, "Don't worry, God has a plan." And it got me thinking...Does God really have a plan for every one specific person? I don't believe He does. I personally believe God has a will, and that will is going to get done, but the process of how that comes about, or who brings it about for him is not set in stone. Look at the examples we have in the Old Testament. God actually "regretted" making man when He decided to destroy the world with water and start over with Noah. I don't believe God had a plan back when He was doing all that creating, to just kill them all in a few thousand years. Man screwed it all up, and then God had to take action and cleanse the world.
Look at the example of Moses and the Israelites in the wilderness. God was so upset and frustrated with the Israelites, He was ready to destroy the whole nation and then start all over again with Moses. Moses is the one that talked Him out of it! I don't think that was part of a plan when He first made the promise to Abraham. Or part of a plan when He brought them out of Egypt. Imagine...I'm going to give you many decedents and then I'm going to kill them all, and then start over with one decedent again, and then go from there. Or, I'm going to get Moses to bring y'all out of Egypt, just to kill all of you, when you piss me off. No, that wasn't a plan. God's will was to fulfill the promise He made to Abraham by bringing them out of Egypt, but I believe He was kind of going with the flow of how He was going to fulfill His will. Not necessarily a specific plan for specific individuals.
Now, don't get me wrong...
Do I believe that God works in our lives? Yes, I do. But no, I don't believe that He has a specific plan for every individual person. I don't believe God made a specific "true love" for me or you. Nope, don't believe it. I believe in free will, that people find someone, fall in love and get married. But that doesn't mean that God meant you to find that person. You could of found anyone, you just happen to find that one. The only person I can think of at the top of my head in the Bible who God hooked up with a wife was Hosea. Hosea was told to go get married to a hooker named Gomer (and even then, I'm pretty sure, God just told him to find a hooker, not specifically Gomer, maybe Gomer was just the hottest one?). Anywho, this whole "plan" was for Hosea to find someone who was going to be unfaithful to him, so that God could use it as an example of how Israel was off hookin on the corner to other gods, cheating on the real God.
There might be more examples that I'm just not thinking of, and therefore, I may be totally wrong about my opinion. Maybe God does have a plan for every individual, we're just so young, dumb, and full of cum that we screw it all up, who knows. I'm sure most of the married folks would probably disagree with my opinion, and that's fine. Like I said, I'm just stating my opinion, and I'm aloud to do that, because this is my blog. Sorry if I offended anyone by my choice of words, but like I said, my blog.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

FREEEEEEEDOOOOOM!!!! Day 1 as a Civilian....

Well, I am officially a civilian again. After 6 long years in the army, 27 months of that 6 years being deployed to Iraq, I am finally out. I think it's probably a lot like a person coming out of prison. Feels weird. I feel like I should probably be doing something right now, should be cleaning something or looking over my back just in case someone is trying to screw me.
Don't get me wrong, I don't regret joining the army. I feel like I've grown up a lot in these past 6 years. I know I am a better man, and an overall better person because of the hardships that I've had to endure. I am proud to have served my country. To experience war. It gives you a different look on what is really important in this life. Instead of worrying about what's on TV tonight, I'm just thankful for a real toilet and real paper, rather then cutting my t-shirt to pieces for a wipe and then have to burn my crap once everyone else gets done doin their business....Bottom line, i know what it means to have a life that sucks, and it helps me to appreciate the things that really matter. Like family and friends. I've been away from home for a long time. Missed the birth of my favorite nephew, missed a lot of him and his sister growin up. Missed birthday's and Christmas's. Missed my best friend's wedding. Missed having a real relationship because i was always busy training for war or in war.
Now that my first day as a civilian ends, i sit here a little stressed, not having the security of that paycheck on the 1st and 15th of every month, missing my buddies who i literally trusted with my life....i will admit, I'm scared....that's right folks, a good firefight doesn't scare me a bit, but becoming a failure does....I just have to remember to trust in God and know that everything will work out.
I'll end on one more note....I had a lot of things to think about on my 11 hour drive back home last night. Kept thinking, what I'm going to do now with my life? thought a lot about a girl that I've had a crush on since high school....thought about my family and all the memories I hopefully won't be missing...thought about the friends that I get to see everyday from here on out, and the friends I've made throughout my time that i will miss, but definitely see again...
A long chapter in my life has come to an end, and I'm looking forward to seeing what the next chapter has in store....
Wow, this one isn't really written very well, I'm all over the place...oh well, bite me, I'm a civilian, I'll do whatever I want......

Thursday, July 3, 2008

An Infantryman's Tale: A Story of Love and Hate (Part 3 of 3)

In July of 2004 we started getting orders to go to a town south of our battalion's sector called Samara. This was a city about the same size as Tikrit that our sister battalion was in charge of keeping in order. They weren't doing such a good job. I don't think it was their fault. Samara has been a breeding ground for anti-American terrorist since the beginning, and it still is to this day. Most of our missions were just overnight missions, head up there on a Friday afternoon to hit some raids that night, and then come back to Tikrit the next day. But towards the end of July we started getting warned that a possible battalion size mission was coming. We were told at some point, we would head down to Samara with everyone for a huge take over. Month after month, after month, they kept telling us: "Stay ready, we're going to Samara." But it never happened. Finally in October, we were chillin out in front of one of the big satellite t.v.'s watching CNN and there it was, the reporter was talking about Samara. She said soldiers were getting ready for one of the biggest missions since the beginning of the war (this was before they went in and took Fallujah again). We looked at the T.V. with amazement thinking, that was supposed to be us, why haven't we heard of this? Right after thinking that, my Platoon Sgt walked in and said, "Guess what boys?" We just looked at him and said all at the same time, "yeah, yeah, we're going to Samara." He looked at us with a puzzled look and said, "How did you guys know?" We just pointed at CNN and said, "Everybody knows."



We rolled up to the main base outside of the city where thousands of troops were staging for one of the biggest battles since President Bush had declared an end to combat operations. The city had gotten so bad, that our sister battalion had lost total control of the place and hadn't even done a patrol in the city in weeks. We were nervous, but excited. We had been waiting for this moment since July. We were prepared and ready to go. For about a week, the loud speakers at the mosques declared to the people of Samara that the Americans were coming and if they didn't want to be apart of the fight to get out. So, we knew that anyone left on the streets were going to be there for us. Many families left the city, abandoning their homes in hopes of surviving somewhere else while the fight was taken to their home city.




The order came down, 2nd Platoon, Bushmasters (that was my platoon) would lead the way on the north side of the city around midnight that night. The scene was set, the fight was on. We rolled into Samara from the north side. Us dismounts could hear over the loud speaker what was going on as our platoon's Bradleys led the invasion. Our Platoon Leader's brad was up front and all we heard was the gunner, picking out targets on rooftops and running through the streets with guns and RPG's. He got over 10 confirmed kills just in the first 15 minutes of battle. We made it to our checkpoint where we were to establish a foothold and our Bradley's found themselves in a firefight with the bad guys right away. We dismounted and took over a house as our own little patrol base. My machine gun team consisted of myself, as the gunner, and my team leader as my ammo bearer and spotter, we took the roof as fast as we could and joined in on the fight. The bad guys found the Bradley's and our machine gun team's fire to be overwhelming, so they took over a house across the street as their own little patrol base. The fight lasted all the way into the morning. Sometimes, it was dead quiet, other times it was total choas. Our brads took turns firing, we even called in the tank platoon to help us out with the house. But the fire kept coming and the RPG's increased.....

As the fight increased it seemed like no matter what we threw at them, no matter how big of a hole we put in the side of the house they were in, they just wouldn't die. So, we called in the air force.



And then there were none.....total body count: 15 dead terrorist in the building. One gun shot wound to one of our ammo bearers.

When it all comes down to it, I don't hate the AF. They've saved my life more times then i can remember....i just wish the higher up's making the decisions wouldn't put guys who aren't trained to be on the ground out there where they don't belong....I mean, they wouldn't put an infantryman in a fighter plane, would they? Anywho, as Ziggy said in one of the comments, we do make a good team, us infantryman and the AF fighter planes. Happy 4th of July everyone.