Why You Need an Expert on VA Loans
There is a pervasive problem in the real estate industry with regards to VA Loans. Many real estate agents just don’t understand them, and people fear what they do not understand. I know many agents, and I interact with thousands of them online. Every day, I see them talk negatively about VA Loans. Why? Mostly…
9 Rules for Protecting Your Family When Selling Your Home as a Cop
Selling your home is a stressful endeavor no matter who you are, but when you’re a cop, it can be a little more so. You’re inviting strangers into your home when you aren’t there. Pictures of your family adorn the walls, your weapons are easily available, and your home could be open to criminals you’ve…
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Lies Police Tell Themselves
• I wouldn’t be good at anything else – chances are if you’ve thrived in law enforcement, you could be successful at anything you wanted to do. • It’s all I know – Nonsense. Career law enforcement officers have experience in a myriad of areas. Sales, customer service, counseling, risk management, the list goes on…
7 Ways You Hold Yourself Back
Your talents and skillsets are a part of what will make you successful for sure. But, the truest judge of your potential is your MINDSET. People build roadblocks along their thought highways, and those roadblocks set subconscious limitations. If you get too close to one, your brain kicks into hyperdrive, reciting all the ways you can fail. It screams at you to go another, safer way.
I Couldn’t Go Back. It Would Kill Me.
hour shifts. I worked for the man. And I took what scraps “the man” threw me along the way. And I performed, too. I did what I did at a high level. But, what did that get me? An occasional attaboy at most. It didn’t help my bank account. It didn’t help my future. My children aren’t better off because of it. What was the point?
I punched a clock for almost all of my adult life. I graciously accepted poor working conditions and backstabbing “leaders” so that every two weeks like clockwork, money magically appeared in my bank account.
Lessons for My Son
I’m lying here tonight anxiously awaiting Luke’s arrival. I’m trying to think of lessons I want to teach him on how to be a man. Here are a few I’ve come up with. • Treat people kindly, even when they cannot do anything for you. That’s the true measure of a good man. • Look…