How Do jedi’s Ninja’s and Badasses deal with and manage stress?

Have you ever wondered how Jedi’s Ninja’s and Badasses deal with stress. No…well okay then, but I have! Obi Wan Kenobi, Joe Armstrong and Harry Callahan were always cool as cucumbers even when the chips were down! So how did they do it?

By the way, less than 3 percent of people will know who these three are, so just to let you know, one was a Jedi, one was a Ninja and the other a general Badass!

It only took me a few decades evaluating my life and studying the patterns to work it out. When I was 18 I joined the Royal Marines Commando’s. After 17 weeks of arduous infantry and Commando training more than half the original troop of 36 recruits had disappeared due to injury, professional failure, or just quitting, who were then replaced by others that were slotting back into training after recovery from injury or from failing various tests.

I was determined that I was going to be one of the originals passing out with the troop, but one day on a criteria speed march something happened. It was a scorching hot day and we had to run 9 miles in boots, carrying weapons and heavy kit. The route was mostly up hill and proved to be extremely difficult for everyone.

We were supposed to stay together as a pack and run in unison, but half way through, the group had stretched out to almost a mile from front to back. There was a core group of six at the front and I was starting to fall back from them. I noticed that my right leg was starting to give out. It just didn’t seem to be working properly any more.

My foot was slapping off the ground and then I felt a build up of lactic acid in my left leg as it was over compensating for the lack of compliance from my right leg. I knew something was seriously wrong, but I dug deep and completed the test within the pass time.

As we were cooling down the strange sensation in my leg turned to excruciating pain and then I realised that I was going to be back trooped. We boarded the transport to head back to camp and I burst into tears in front of everyone. They were all taken aback by this as I really wasn’t the type to show any emotion.

It was confirmed, my leg was broken, fractured at the top of the tibia from the months of stress and pounding that it had received. I was out of the game and I felt crushed.

Every time a recruit left the troop their face got blacked out on the troop photo outside the training teams office. It is such a blow to the ego to have your face blacked out of a photograph by someone, but not just by someone but by the training team. Men who I looked up to, feared and at the same time were trying to impress.

I must have had a bigger ego than any of the recruits before me because I couldn’t take it. I hobbled up to see if I had become a shadow and sure enough I was. In a rage I ripped the photo from the board, screwed it into a ball and threw it at the door of the training teams office. I wanted them to know I did it and I didn’t care if I got punished because my life was over!

What has this story got to do with dealing with and managing stress? I will post the concluding part of my story tomorrow and everything will become clear!

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Matthew Armstrong