Be a bridge builder

For those you who know me can attest that I always reach back to each and every specialist that has helped me forge my way in this business. It wasn’t easy nor is it still.
This industry can be equated to the good ole boy network similar to the wall I met in 1980 with the Maryland state police.

Proving myself worthy to be mentioned in this business was no easy feat. Establishing clientele is even harder. I’ve never been one to call the race card as a crutch and I never will. I believe that a man should prove himself by his works and not ask for handouts.

In forging my way through this maze of stiff arms I met my stiffest resistance from my own kind. The back biting and constant gossiping by those whom I thought would be helping and encouraging me only fueled my fire to exceed, and excel me to succeed. The person who believed in me was the one who lifted me as he climbed-Mark Fair.

As I sat in the endless and bottomless pit of the gatehouse I first met the legend “Minister” when he was the detail leader of a Saudi princess and she was visiting her brothers house. As I walked across the property I passed by him and his rag tag Gilligan’s island protection team. I anxiously looked at the phenom in Vance international and we exchanged respectful nods. About a month later I was working a night shift when he came by to speak to my shift leader, who happened to be black When the SL came back in he reluctantly said, “Minister” asked about you. About a month later I was called out of the gatehouse to work my first detail with the legend. We hit it off immediately.

Some time passed and he became the detail leader at the residence. As a DL he could have worked the day shift but elected to work midnights with me. I soaked up every bit of knowledge he spoke. A bond and friendship was built.

Minister later elevated to Vance management staff. When Vance got away from full time employees I had already formed BPI Group and had it looming in the horror of the shade. He went to bat for me to the management staff, mostly retired USSS, about letting BPI fill the slots at the Ambassadors residence. The nod was given and here I am.

Against all odds he went to bat for me against the veterans of the guild and spawned the muscle of BPI. Mark was my bridge builder.

This blog is for you out there that refuse to look back and extend a helping hand to those eager, willing and able specialists out there.

Be a.,,,,,,

W. A. Dromgoole

An old man, going a lone highway
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast wide and steep,
With waters rolling cold and deep.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when he reached the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old Man”, said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting strength in building here.”
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way.
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you this bridge at eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head.
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today,
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that was as naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in twilight dim–
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”

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