War Rooms and Quiet Truths
Photo owned by Nick Wehrli “Ga, we need you and your go-to war team to handle and fix this. How long can you gather and prep them?” “You’re the fixer—fix it with whatever you have right now.” “What’s your take on this? Prediction? Or even projection?” “We have no one as reliable as you and your team. This is urgent—can you deliver?” When I heard those lines in my 20s or early 30s, I could never say “NO.” I could never dodge the “bullet”, pre-, during, or post-“war.” I was the armor for those people. From business owners to management to team members, I was the one standing at the front of every battlefield, alongside the go-to war team I had assembled. I always had my second and third in command, the most reliable, trustworthy, resourceful special forces. I put my life in their hands when things went south. Now, nearly in my 40s, sure, I still have those people in my life. I still, from time to time, put my life in their hands. I can still assemble them from where I sit, m...
