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David Goggins' 'Can't Hurt Me' explores themes of self-mastery, accountability, and the harsh realities of his upbringing. The narrative contrasts the facade of a perfect family life with the underlying struggles and pain experienced by Goggins and his family. Through vivid descriptions and reflections, Goggins emphasizes the importance of hard work and resilience in overcoming life's challenges.

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David Goggins' 'Can't Hurt Me' explores themes of self-mastery, accountability, and the harsh realities of his upbringing. The narrative contrasts the facade of a perfect family life with the underlying struggles and pain experienced by Goggins and his family. Through vivid descriptions and reflections, Goggins emphasizes the importance of hard work and resilience in overcoming life's challenges.

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Can´t hurt me - David Goggins

To let someone off the hook: to allow someone to escape from a difficult situation.
“He denied leaking the documents to get himself off the hook”.
To be willing to put in the work to defy de odds. “There will always be the 1 percent
of us who are willing to put in the work to defy the odds”.
To be beyond something. “There are accomplishments most people consider beyond
their capability”.
“The story you are about to read will illuminate a proven path to self-mastery and
empower you to face reality, hold yourself accountable and push past pain”.
“The body and mind are capable of many things when they’re driven to maximum
capacity”.
To glimmer with glory.
To deliver lasting peace.
“Leafy and friendly, its safe streets were dotted with dainty homes filled with model
citizens. Cars were new, roads swept, possibilities endless. We’re talking about a living,
breathing American Dream”.
[House description] “We lived in a two-story, four-bedroom, white wooden home with
four square pillars framing a front porch that led to the widest, greenest lawn in
Williamsville”.
“Everyone on Paradise Road lived near the top of the food chain, and based on
appearances, most of our neighbors thought that we, the so-called happy, well-adjusted
Goggins family, were the tip of that spear. But glossy surfaces reflect much more than
they reveal.”
[Clothes description] “My dad, Trunnis Goggins, wasn’t tall but he was handsome and
built like a boxer. He wore tailored suits, his smile warm and open. He looked every bit
the successful businessman on his way to work. My mother, Jackie, was seventeen years
younger, slender and beautiful, and my brother and I were clean cut, well dressed in
jeans and pastel Izod shirts, and strapped with backpacks just like the other kids”.
To probre deep into something/someone´s life. To try to discover information that
other people do not want you to know, by asking questions carefully and not directly
“Neighbors saw what they wanted. Nobody probed too deep”. “The interviewer probed
deep into her private life”. “Detectives questioned him for hours, probing for any
inconsistencies in his story”. “The article probes (= tries to describe and explain) the
mysteries of nationalism in modern Europe”.
“As soon as our neighbors shut the door or turned the corner, my father’s smile
morphed into a scowl. He barked orders and went inside to sleep another one off, but
our work wasn’t done. My brother, Trunnis Jr., and I had somewhere to be, and it was
up to our sleepless mother to get us there”.
“I was in a school daze”. Aturdimiento escolar.
“Children that young are infinite sponges. They soak up language and ideas at warp
speed to establish a fundamental foundation upon which most people build lifelong
skills like reading and spelling and basic math”.
“Once that bell rang, real life began”.
“The ride from Williamsville to the Masten District in East Buffalo took about a half an
hour, but it may as well have been a world away”.
“Fast-forward ten years and Skateland had been relocated to a building on Ferry Street
that stretched nearly a full block in the heart of the Masten District”.
“Each afternoon, I stood on a step stool to spray my stock with aerosol deodorizer and
replace the rubber stoppers. That aerosol stink would cloud all around my head and live
in my nostrils. My eyes looked permanently bloodshot. It was the only thing I could
smell for hours”.
“[…] grasping for any shred of normalcy”. Aferrándose a cualquier pizca de
normalidad.
“The food was good, but even at six and seven years old I knew our “family dinner”
was a bullshit facsimile compared to what most families had”.
“At 7 p.m. we all had to be in our places with our stations prepped”.
“My dad scanned that room like an all-seeing eye, and if you fucked up you’d hear
about it”.
“I rented out the skates and managed that entire station by myself. I carried that step
stool around like a crutch”. Como una muleta.
“The light bathed the room”. “Bass bounced off the red walls”.
“His customers were his marks, and what they didn’t know was that no matter how
many drinks he poured on the house and bro hugs he shared, he didn’t give a fuck about
any of them. They were all dollar signs to him. If he poured you a drink for free, it was
because he knew you would buy two or three more”.
“Trunnis had her working the door or hustling downstairs like a booze mule to fetch
cases of liquor from the basement”.
“There was always some menial task to perform and she didn’t stop moving, while my
father kept watch from his corner of the bar where he could take in the whole scene.”
[Reflection [on/about]/serious and careful thought of Goggins about good and bad] “It’s
almost like, no matter who our parents are and what they do, we’re all born with a moral
compass that’s properly tuned. When you’re six, seven, or eight years old, you know
what feels right and what feels way the fuck off. And when you are born into a cyclone
of terror and pain, you know it doesn’t have to be that way, and that truth nags at you
like a splinter in your jacked up mind. You can choose to ignore it, but the dull
throbbing is always there as the days and nights bleed together into one blurred
memory”.
To run someome across the border to x place.
“She couldn´t run because se had no independent means whatsoever”

 Possible sentences for my invented stories


“From the time you take your first breath, you become eligible to die”.
“She was just as drunk on his charm”.
“[…] as the days and nights bleed togeteher into one blurred memory”.

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