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the 1993 Super Bowl:


                    I  told  them  that  if  I  laid  a  two-by-four  across  the  room,  everybody
                    there would walk across it and not fall, because our focus would be
                    that  we  were  going  to  walk that  two-by-four. But if  I put that same
                    two-by-four 10 stories high between two buildings only a few would
                    make it, because the focus would be on falling. Focus is everything.
                    The  team  that  is  more  focused  today  is  the  team  that  will  win  this
                    game.

                    Johnson told his team not to be distracted by the crowd, the media, or the
               possibility of losing, but to focus on each play of the game itself just as if it were
               a good practice session. The Cowboys won the game 52-17.


                    There’s a point to that story that goes way beyond football. Most of us tend
               to  lose  our  focus  in  life  because  we’re  perpetually  worried  about  so  many
               negative possibilities. Rather than focusing on the two-by-four, we worry about
               all  the  ramifications  of  falling.  Rather  than  focusing  on  our  goals,  we  are
               distracted by our worries and fears. But when you focus on what you want, it
               will  come  into  your  life.  When  you  focus  on  being  a  happy  and  motivated
               person, that is who you will be.





               5. Learn to sweat in peace


                    The harder you are on yourself, the easier life is on you. Or, as they say in
               the Navy Seals, the more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed in war.

                    My childhood friend Rett Nichols was the first to show me this principle in
               action. When we were playing Little League baseball, we were always troubled
               by how fast the pitchers threw the ball. We were in an especially good league,
               and the overgrown opposing pitchers, whose birth certificates we were always
               demanding to see, fired the ball to us at alarming speeds during the games.


                    We began dreading going up to the plate to hit. It wasn’t fun. Batting had
               become something we just tried to get through without embarrassing ourselves
               too much. Then Rett got an idea.

                    “What if the pitches we faced in games were slower than the ones we face
               every day in practice?” Rett asked.
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