Re: “You Can Personally Vouch For Him?”

That was a question I got Monday night in an email.

It was regarding Mike Gillette, and his “Psychology of
Strength” program.

In the interests of full disclosure:

No, not personally.

Mike and I have emailed a couple of times – that’s it.

However, here’s what you need to know:

“I know a guy who knows a guy…”

I have a good friend, Mike Westerdal, who lives in
Florida. We’ve been friends now for 2 or 3 years.

Mike is a top-notch guy and he and Mike Gillette have
been friends and doing business together for a couple
of years.

Mike W. invited me to the live event last year that Mike
Gillette was doing on the Psychology of Strength, but
I had a conflicting workshop I was teaching, so I couldn’t
go.

The three of us all have the same core beliefs and
values.

So if my buddy Mike W. says Mike Gillette’s stuff is great,
that’s still NOT good enough for me.

That’s why Mike graciously sent me a copy of Mike G’s
program and I went through it.

Life.

Changing.

Info.

Seriously.

The “3 F’s of Fear” were amazing. I already knew about them,
but I totally forgot about the third one and how it was affecting
my life.

Becoming re-aware to it allowed me to immediately address
and rectify a “mental block” I’d been having in an area
of my business.

But enough about how I know about Mike Gillette.

Here’s what YOU need to know about him – he’s not just
another “me too” or “also ran” kind of guy.

(Heaven knows there’s enough of those guys on the
interwebz which is why you rarely see me promote other
people’s stuff.)

Here’s a personal message from the man himself – Mike
Gillette:

I live an unusual life. It’s been an amazing life. I’ve dreamt
big, worked hard and done my best to make strong decisions.

Decisions that have helped me get to those dreams. But the
truth is I never expected to have this life. This is my story.

I had a tough childhood. I was the result of an unintended
pregnancy and my parents split-up when I was three. My
mother was left with me, no money and a lot of anger. She
pursued bad relationships with bad men. Men who would
abuse her.

Eventually she settled on one relationship. A relationship
which would suck the life from her. And from me.

Growing up, I saw my mother get punched, kicked and
choked. One night she was thrown down a flight of stairs.
Sometimes we would leave. But we always went back.

I was often left alone. Some days there was no food in
the house. I remember being eight or nine years old and
putting myself to bed. Or boiling beef bouillon cubes for
my dinner.

But the one thing we never seemed to lack was alcohol. It
was everywhere. If you’ve ever watched that TV show Cops
you’ll notice that wherever the cops go, inside every house
they respond to looks the same: chaos. That was how we
lived.

As I grew older the violence got worse. One night, after
having her head beaten against the living room wall, my
mother went to the doctor. A brain tumor was discovered.
After a year of treatment, she died. I was fifteen.

My life became a mess. I descended into drugs and alcohol.

As much and as often as I could. In February 1981, at the
age of 18, I decided I’d had enough. I checked into a motel,
consumed a ridiculous amount of booze and pain killers
and lay down on the bed waiting to die.
Much to my surprise,
I woke up the next day, very much alive. Which led me to
conclude two things.

1)    I must be hard to kill

2)    Since I was still alive, then maybe there was a reason
that I had been given a second chance.

A few months later I reconnected with a girl I dated in
high school a couple years earlier. Although we had nothing
in common, I had always been drawn to her. She was a good
person, the kind of person I would have liked to have been.
We began doing things together. One of those things was
going to church.

Later that year – the same year my life almost ended – was
also the year that my life really began, as a follower of
Jesus Christ.

Now, I’m not here to discuss religion; I’m just telling my
story.
And it would be dishonest if I were to leave out what
I consider to be the most important part of that story.

So what happened next?

I wanted to live as differently as I possibly could from who
I used to be. I wanted to help people. I was too young to
become a cop and college was too expensive, so I joined
the Army.

Things clicked. The harder I worked, the more I was rewarded.
The Army was the first place I’d ever experienced this
dynamic and it was the place where I started to dream big.
Through my service, I became eligible for an ROTC scholarship,
allowing me to pursue my military career as an officer. In
1984, I started college at the University of Arizona.

On the last day of my first semester, I went on a climbing
trip with some friends. A day which started pleasantly enough.

We were to rappel from a railway bridge into a canyon and
climb back out. The leader of the group had loaned me
some rappelling gear that I had not used before so I had to
rely on him to set it up for me.

As soon as I stepped off the bridge I immediately knew
something was wrong. The equipment had not engaged
and I was rocketing towards the canyon floor. The only
thing I could do to avoid certain death was to wrap myself
around my rope. I wrapped every limb around that rope…
and experienced the worst pain I’d ever felt as it burned
through my gloves, trousers, shirt… and skin.

It was the most intense pain I’ve ever experienced… that
is, until I slammed into the canyon floor, breaking my
back and ankles.

Later that day in the emergency room my orthopedic
surgeon told me the ‘good’ news: I would walk again…
but I would never run or jump out of airplanes any more.
I had, in one day, lost the life I’d wanted and worked so
hard for.

I spent the next four and a half years working to reclaim
my physical self. With more setbacks than successes, it
was a dark and painful period.

What was hard for me to keep in perspective during
those years of pain and frustration was that I should not
have survived that fall. I had actually been given a second
chance. For a second time.

So how does this story turn out?

Well, hard work got me back to where I wanted to be
physically. And once that happened I was able to go back
to dreaming big.

Over the years I’ve continued to work hard and my dreams
have gotten bigger. Even today, I’m accomplishing goals
that just a few years ago, would have seemed impossible
to me.

I went from a scared person to this person.

I went from a weak person to the person I am now.

I’ve been given the strength to live an amazing life, to do
amazing things, things that people who knew me way back
when would never believe.

Strength is choices…  
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I LOVE that – “Strength is choices.”

And Mike made not just one choice – but many choices to not
to let life and his circumstances dictate his life.

He chose to make the “tough decisions” that most people
won’t make, or worse yet – don’t know how to make.

What gave Mike the power to make these “tough decisions?”

Mental Toughness.

The great news is that becoming Mentally Tough –

Making strong choices – choices that empower you and
put you one step closer to your dreams – can be easily trained
just like physical strength.

The very first thing you can do right now to start making
strong choices is to click here and learn the 3 Steps To Mental
Toughness. 

Talk soon.

Geoff

P.S. Contrary to popular belief – you’re not born mentally tough.

It has to be trained.

Mike has trained himself to be Mentally Tough –

And if you’re not living up to your own expectations, I
know there’s a thing or two he can show you.

Click here to get Mike’s “Psychology of Strength” program. 

P.P.S. If everything works out correctly, I’ll get Mike on the horn
and I’ll have a special interview with him for you tomorrow so
you can see how his “Psychology of Strength” program will get
you out of your rut immediately.

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