In this adaptation of his best-selling book, The Heart and the Fist, Eric speaks directly to teens, interweaving memoir and intimate second-person narratives that ask readers to put themselves in the shoes of himself and others. Readers will share in Eric’s evolution from average kid to humanitarian to warrior, training and serving with the most elite military outfit in the world. Along the way, they’ll be asked to consider the power of choices, of making the decision each and every day to act with courage and compassion so that they grow to be tomorrow’s heroes.
About the Author
ERIC GREITENS was born and raised in Missouri. After earning a Ph.D. as a Rhodes Scholar and serving as a humanitarian volunteer overseas, Eric joined the Navy SEALs. A boxing champion and a decorated combat veteran, he is the founder of the nonprofit The Mission Continues and the author of the New York Times bestseller The Heart and the Fist.
Read an Excerpt
You stand in freezing water up to your chest. Every muscle in your body throbs with pain. You are exhausted beyond anything you could ever imagine, and all around you the night air carries the curses and groans of others who are gutting it out like you, who are trying to survive the night.
You know the statistics: Maybe one in ten will make it through this week, will survive hours—days—of the punishment required to become a Navy SEAL.
The water is dark around you, but you can make out lights on the beach. You remember your instructors’ words as the sun drifted toward the horizon, their voices booming over the bullhorns:
"Say good night to the sun, gentlemen, say good night to the sun."
"Tonight is going to be a very, very long night, gentlemen."
"Tonight is going to be a very, very long night."
You imagine another hundred hours of this. You see yourself plunging over and over into the icy water, pulling yourself out again. You imagine endless repetitions of sit-ups, fl utter kicks, pushups. Surf torture, they call it, when they leave you in freezing water. Not just for a few minutes but for fi ve more days. Fi ve days of struggle and uncertainty. Fi ve days of physical and emotional torment made to separate the iron-willed from the merely strong.
In the distance, a bell sounds three times. And then another three times. As you hear the bell, you know that another student has chosen to quit.
A voice rises and falls, taunting you, inviting you to do the same. "Quit now, and you can avoid the rush later. It just gets colder. It just gets harder."
One by one, sometimes in clusters, other students surrender. All around you, they slog up out of the water, bodies shivering, clothes soaked. They climb up out of the ocean, walk up the sand hill. And they ring the bell.
For them, it is the end.
The others in your crew struggle along with you, and it’s their companionship and their strength that buoys you. You are there for one another. You are a team, and you do not want to quit on your team.
But you are bone-tired and shivering. You’re afraid you’ll never make it through this night, let alone an entire week.
On shore stands a brightly lit tent. Others are gathered inside, their palms cupping mugs of warm coffee. They are wrapped in blankets, eating hamburgers. They are safe.
You could be one of them.
All you have to do is rise out of the icy water and walk toward the tent. It’s easy. Students have been doing it al l night. Just get up. Get out. Walk toward that bell and quit.
Then you could be warm and dry like the others. Then your stomach could be full, and you could feel your fi ngers and toes again.
All you have to do is get up, get out. Ring the bell.
What do you do?
Goose bumps rose as my fl ashlight brightened the words in front of me:
Beware and Warning! This book is different from other books. You and YOU ALONE are in charge of what happens in this story. . . . You are a deep sea explorer searching for the famed lost city of Atlantis. This is your most challenging and dangerous mission. Fear and excitement are now your companions.
At two in the morning, I was supposed to be asleep, not hidden beneath my blanket, reading until my eyes grew sore and I passed out with my face mashed against a book cover.
But as a kid growing up in Missouri, I couldn’t get enough of these stories, the ones that put you right into the adventure, that pulled you into a vivid world and then asked you to decide which path to take. Should you investigate the mysterious underwater grotto, or stay in your submarine to analyze the odd bubbles rising from the canyon fl oor? Should you follow the call of the Himalayan Yeti, or return to the safety of base camp?
Each choice scared and thrilled me. I gobbled the books whole, going back to redo any bad decisions that led to my untimely demise.
Like many American kids, I grew up learning about a world populated by heroes. I read about Pericles, who built democracy in ancient Greece. I read about King Arthur and the medieval Knights of the Round Table, who fought sorcerers and giants and protected the weak. And I read about great American heroes: George Washington, who crossed a frozen Delaware River and led America through revolution to victory; Abraham Lincoln, whose words at Gettysburg laid the Civil War dead to rest and called a nation to its duty; Martin Luther King Jr., who announced to the world, "I have a dream," and inspired Americans to struggle for justice and dignity.
I loved history, and I liked to imagine myself as part of it. But this rich view of the world also left me wondering where I fi t in. My big fear was that God and my parents had made a terrible mistake and that I’d been born in the wrong era, that the time for adventures had passed. I sat in the St. Louis public library and read stories of people discovering ancient cities and settling wild frontiers. I read about warriors, explorers, and activists, and then I’d stare out the window at a world that seemed very small and very safe.
I was worried that all the corners of the earth had been explored, all the great battles fought. The famous people on TV were athletes and actresses and singers. What did they stand for? I wondered: Had the time for heroes passed?
My other fear was that I’d miss my chance at a meaningful life. My mom was an early childhood special education teacher, and my dad was an accountant. They’d told me—perhaps since kindergarten—that I should work hard so I could go to a place called college. College, they promised, was "the ticket."
I imagined the ticket as something golden and shiny, like a ticket for a train that would hurtle me to a place fi lled with adventures. As I understood it, they gave out tickets after high school, but if you wanted one, you had to have good grades.
So in third grade, when I came home with a report card that read: "Eric Greitens, Handwriting: B−," I naturally asked my mom, "Will they still let me go to college?"
She laughed and hugged me.
My parents wanted me to treat others with kindness. They wanted me to be respectful. They wanted me to try hard and to be a team player. But while they cared about these "character" things, they didn’t seem so concerned with whether or not I got great grades. Especially at eight years old.
When my third grade science fair experiment—involving tulips, soda, and my dad’s beer—ended in catastrophe, I asked again, "Will they still let me go to college?"
When at ten years old, I lit a pile of leaves on fi re to keep myself warm while waiting for the school bus and managed to accidentally set a whole sewer full of dry leaves on fi re, I asked: "Will they still let me go to college?"
It was in college, everyone told me over and over, that I could pursue big dreams. College was the fi rst step into the "real world," where every great purpose could be pursued. In college, my adventures would really begin.
GETTING IT RIGHT
My parents weren’t rich, which meant I’d have to fi nd a way to pay for college myself. As a kid, I didn’t think about scholarships or loans; I thought about earning money. My dad had set up a savings account for me at the local credit union, and he’d show me the bank statement every month so I could see the bits of interest adding to my account.
At any rate, I knew I’d have to start earning as much money as I could, as soon as I could, in order to get where I wanted to go.
But how? At ten, I had limited options. I checked out some books from the library on how to run a small business, but I didn’t fi nd much inspiration there. For a while I tried clipping coupons out of the newspaper and then selling them to adults for just a little less than the face value. But for all the clipping and walking around the neighborhood I did, I only made a few dimes each week.
How else did kids make money? I racked my brain. Lemonade stand? I pictured myself sitting behind a cardboard box, waiting for customers to appear. It seemed too boring. And how many thirsty people could I count on to walk by each day?
No. I needed something more active, a job where I could seek out customers and persuade them to hire me. I settled on mowing lawns and raking leaves. At the top of a notebook where I kept track of my jobs, I wrote: GREITENS LAWN CARE.
Eventually, it would grow to be a booming enterprise, complete with subcontractors (my younger brothers). My company handled not just raking leaves but edging lawns, weeding, trimming hedges, painting, and—best of all—shoveling snow in the winter. I cut a deal with my neighbor. He said that if I cleared his driveway for free every time it snowed, I could use his snowblower on other neighbors’ driveways. So my brothers and I would walk through the neighborhood pushing the snowblower in front of us, shovels on our shoulders, asking neighbors if they wanted us to clear their driveways.
One of my fi rst customers was Roger Richardson, husband of my kindergarten teacher, Anne Richardson. Roger taught history at the high school and coached football. In addition to being one of my fi rst clients, he taught me a lot of valuable skills, such as how to tie certain knots, how to be safe working with electricity, how to lay bricks and mortar, and the right way to paint.
He also taught me a valuable lesson about doing a job right.
Once, one of my brothers and I had spent a tough afternoon working on Roger’s yard, mowing grass and trimming trees. We were supposed to collect all the branches and sticks, tie them into bundles, and put them out for trash collection. It was a hot day, and, exhausted, we forgot that we’d left a bunch of sticks on Roger’s front porch.
To his credit, when Roger called my house, he asked to speak to me instead of telling my mom what we’d done—or hadn’t done.
"Eric," he said. "You need to come back and fi nish the job."
The walk to Roger’s house seemed like the longest of my life. I knew I hadn’t done a good job, and as reluctant as I was to go face the music, I was also determined to show him I could get it done right. Not only did I tie up each and every stick in a neat bundle for the trash collectors, I made sure to straighten all the gardening tools in the shed, and I swept his porch and driveway.
I worked for Roger for the next eight years, until I left for college. Every summer I mowed his lawn, and every winter I shoveled his driveway.
Working for him and others gave me a concrete understanding of money and how it worked. For years, if I was going to buy something, I’d translate the purchase into the number of lawns I’d mowed to earn it.
A movie and ice cream with a date in high school?
That equaled two and a half lawns.
College? That was going to require an awful lot of raking and snow blowing. I like to think that working for Roger prepped me for military training. He taught me that it wasn’t enough to have a job. To make a job meaningful, you had to pay attention to the details and take pride in your work. He taught me the importance of getting it right. Since then, I’ve used those lessons a thousand times.
What People are Saying About This
"An uncommon (to say the least) coming of age, retraced with well-deserved pride but not self-aggrandizement, and as thought provoking as it is entertaining."
—Kirkus, starred review
"Adapted from the adult title The Heart and the Fist (Houghton, 2011), this volume has been rearranged, shortened, and streamlined in way sure to appeal to its new audience."
—School Library Journal
"In a young-adult marketplace crowded with fictional tales for and about teen women, it's a relief to discover a book that reaches through the miasma of video games and sports biographies into the minds and hearts of young men, especially one that is so well executed. An autobiography that seeks to lead by example, "The Warrior's Heart" largely fulfills its mission with a story that's as relatable as it is inspiring. ...[An] engaging and important book."
—Los Angeles Times
"In The Warrior’s Heart, this trained killer and humanitarian—this do-gooder warrior—urges his young readers to make the right choices as they march through life. I hope my grandchildren read his book."
—St. Louis Post-Dispatch
"It's no small feat to make a difference in somebody's life and Greitens has written a book that is a fitting honor to all those who have made a difference in his. By sharing these stories with young readers, he now has a chance to make a difference in a few more."
—New York Times Book Review
"The book's tone is wholesome, patriotic, and humanitarian, but not religious. The author's young manhood is presented as exemplary in its achievement of both strength and compassion."
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Eric Greitner is an astonishing person. I think this world need more people like him. As if he hadn't had enough adventures, he trains to become a Navy Seal, incredible. His passion for life, his belief in himself and the willingness to help make a difference in peoples lives. This man deserves some kind of recognition or a medal. One disturbing thing is that he never mentions his parents, he gives all the credit for his life to his grandfather. This was an interesting and enjoyable read. The characters were kept at a minimal so the focus was on the main character. It made you feel you were with him every step of the way. I highly recommend reading this non fiction book and enjoy it as much as I did.
Great book! My 7th grade son needed a book for book report, I read it first to make sure it would be appropriate for this report. It is inspiring! Very excited for my son to read and learn from Eric's expriences. Easy read too, which is great because my son doesn't really like to read, and I am trying to introduce him to some topics he may be interested in. Navy Seal got his attention and way from Black Opps for a little while.
As a woman reading this I laughed, cried and was amazed at what it takes to be a Navy Seal. Thank a soldier for all they do to protect us. Would rate this book for tweens on.
I am in sixth grade and love to read. When i saw this book i was very interested in it because being a boy you are kind of in to thos kind of stuff. I loved reading this book and would recomend this book for people that are in fith grade or higher. Some nights people would have to take the book away from me because i was up so late reading. If you think you would not like this book because you do not like violance i am happy to say that for more that half of the book is about Eric working at refuge camps and traning to become a navy seal. Overal this book was a reall page turner for me and anybody who reads this should get the book
I read this book in the school's library. I cant stop reading it!
This book is freaking awesome!!!
This memoir about setting goals, persevering through them, not giving up, and doing your best. I like the fact that Eric Greitens was sad about winning a trophy by default and that he compares costs of things to how many lawns he has to mow or driveways he has to shovel. It is a very good book that has a lot to do about courage and physical and mental strength. If you like action, adventure, and strength this is the book for you.