ENGLISH SPEECH ADMIRAL WILLIAM H. MCRAVEN Change the World English Subtitles

President Powers, Provost Fenves, Deans, members
of the faculty, family and friends and most

importantly, the class of 2014.

Congratulations on your achievement.

It’s been almost 37 years to the day that
I graduated from UT.

I remember a lot of things about that day.

I remember I had throbbing headache from a
party the night before.

I remember I had a serious girlfriend, whom
I later married — that’s important to remember

by the way — and I remember that I was getting
commissioned in the Navy that day.

But of all the things I remember, I don’t
have a clue who the commencement speaker was

that evening, and I certainly don’t remember
anything they said.

So, acknowledging that fact, if I can’t make
this commencement speech memorable, I will

at least try to make it short.

The University’s slogan is, “What starts here
changes the world.”

I have to admit — I kinda like it.

“What starts here changes the world.”

Tonight there are almost 8,000 students graduating
from UT.

That great paragon of analytical rigor, Ask.Com,
says that the average American will meet 10,000

people in their lifetime.

That’s a lot of folks.

But, if every one of you changed the lives
of just 10 people — and each one of those

folks changed the lives of another 10 people
— just 10 — then in five generations — 125

years — the class of 2014 will have changed
the lives of 800 million people.

800 million people — think of it — over
twice the population of the United States.

Go one more generation and you can change
the entire population of the world — eight

billion people.

If you think it’s hard to change the lives
of 10 people — change their lives forever

— you’re wrong.

I saw it happen every day in Iraq and Afghanistan:
A young Army officer makes a decision to go

left instead of right down a road in Baghdad
and the 10 soldiers in his squad are saved

from close-in ambush.

In Kandahar province, Afghanistan, a non-commissioned
officer from the Female Engagement Team senses

something

isn’t right and directs the infantry platoon
away from a 500-pound IED, saving the lives

of a dozen soldiers.

But, if you think about it, not only were
these soldiers saved by the decisions of one

person, but their children yet unborn were
also saved.

And their children’s children were saved.

Generations were saved by one decision, by
one person.

But changing the world can happen anywhere
and anyone can do it.

So, what starts here can indeed change the
world, but the question is — what will the

world look like after you change it?

Well, I am confident that it will look much,
much better.

But if you will humor this old sailor for
just a moment, I have a few suggestions that

may help you on your way to a better a world.

And while these lessons were learned during
my time in the military, I can assure you

that it matters not whether you ever served
a day in uniform.

It matters not your gender, your ethnic or
religious background, your orientation or

your social status.

Our struggles in this world are similar, and
the lessons to overcome those struggles and

to move forward — changing ourselves and
the world around us — will apply equally

to all.

I have been a Navy SEAL for 36 years.

But it all began when I left UT for Basic
SEAL training in Coronado, California.

Basic SEAL training is six months of long
torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight

swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles
courses, unending calisthenics, days without

sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable.

It is six months of being constantly harrassed
by professionally trained warriors who seek

to find the weak of mind and body and eliminate
them from ever becoming a Navy SEAL.

But, the training also seeks to find those
students who can lead in an environment of

constant stress, chaos, failure and hardships.

To me basic SEAL training was a lifetime of
challenges crammed into six months.

So, here are the 10 lessons I learned from
basic SEAL training that hopefully will be

of value to you as you move forward in life.

Every morning in basic SEAL training, my instructors,
who at the time were all Vietnam veterans,

would show up in my barracks room and the
first thing they would inspect was your bed.

If you did it right, the corners would be
square, the covers pulled tight, the pillow

centered just under the headboard and the
extra blanket folded neatly at the foot of

the rack — that’s Navy talk for bed.

It was a simple task — mundane at best.

But every morning we were required to make
our bed to perfection.

It seemed a little ridiculous at the time,
particularly in light of the fact that were

aspiring to be

real warriors, tough battle-hardened SEALs,
but the wisdom of this simple act has been

proven to me many times over.

If you make your bed every morning you will
have accomplished the first task of the day.

It will give you a small sense of pride, and
it will encourage you to do another task and

another and another.

By the end of the day, that one task completed
will have turned into many tasks completed.

Making your bed will also reinforce the fact
that little things in life matter.

If you can’t do the little things right, you
will never do the big things right.

And, if by chance you have a miserable day,
you will come home to a bed that is made — that

you made — and a made bed gives you encouragement
that tomorrow will be better.

If you want to change the world, start off
by making your bed.

During SEAL training the students are broken
down into boat crews.

Each crew is seven students — three on each
side of a small rubber boat and one coxswain

to help guide the dingy.

Every day your boat crew forms up on the beach
and is instructed to get through the surfzone

and paddle several miles down the coast.

In the winter, the surf off San Diego can
get to be 8 to 10 feet high and it is exceedingly

difficult to paddle through the plunging surf
unless everyone digs in.

Every paddle must be synchronized to the stroke
count of the coxswain.

Everyone must exert equal effort or the boat
will turn against the wave and be unceremoniously

tossed back on the beach.

For the boat to make it to its destination,
everyone must paddle.

You can’t change the world alone — you will
need some help — and to truly get from your

starting point to your destination takes friends,
colleagues, the good will of strangers and

a strong coxswain to guide them.

If you want to change the world, find someone
to help you paddle.

Over a few weeks of difficult training my
SEAL class, which started with 150 men, was

down to just 35.

There were now six boat crews of seven men
each.

I was in the boat with the tall guys, but
the best boat crew we had was made up of the

the little guys — the munchkin crew we called
them — no one was over about five-foot-five.

The munchkin boat crew had one American Indian,
one African American, one Polish American,

one Greek American, one Italian American,
and two tough kids from the midwest.

They out-paddled, out-ran and out-swam all
the other boat crews.

The big men in the other boat crews would
always make good-natured fun of the tiny little

flippers the munchkins put on their tiny little
feet prior to every swim.

But somehow these

little guys, from every corner of the nation
and the world, always had the last laugh — swimming

faster than everyone and reaching the shore
long before the rest of us.

SEAL training was a great equalizer.

Nothing mattered but your will to succeed.

Not your color, not your ethnic background,
not your education and not your social status.

If you want to change the world, measure a
person by the size of their heart, not the

size of their flippers.

Several times a week, the instructors would
line up the class and do a uniform inspection.

It was exceptionally thorough.

Your hat had to be perfectly starched, your
uniform immaculately pressed and your belt

buckle shiny and void of any smudges.

But it seemed that no matter how much effort
you put into starching your hat, or pressing

your uniform or polishing your belt buckle
— it just wasn’t good enough.

The instructors would find “something” wrong.

For failing the uniform inspection, the student
had to run, fully clothed into the surfzone

and then, wet from head to toe, roll around
on the beach until every part of your body

was covered with sand.

The effect was known as a “sugar cookie.”

You stayed in that uniform the rest of the
day — cold, wet and sandy.

There were many a student who just couldn’t
accept the fact that all their effort was

in vain.

That no matter how hard they tried to get
the uniform right, it was unappreciated.

Those students didn’t make it through training.

Those students didn’t understand the purpose
of the drill.

You were never going to succeed.

You were never going to have a perfect uniform.

Sometimes no matter how well you prepare or
how well you perform you still end up as a

sugar cookie.

It’s just the way life is sometimes.

If you want to change the world get over being
a sugar cookie and keep moving forward.

Every day during training you were challenged
with multiple physical events — long runs,

long swims, obstacle courses, hours of calisthenics
— something designed to test your mettle.

Every event had standards — times you had
to meet.

If you failed to meet those standards your
name was posted on a list, and at the end

of the day those on the list were invited
to a “circus.”

A circus was two hours of additional calisthenics
designed to wear you down, to break your spirit,

to force you to quit.

No one wanted a circus.

A circus meant that for that day you didn’t
measure up.

A circus meant more fatigue — and more fatigue
meant that the following day would be more

difficult — and more circuses were likely.

But at some time during SEAL training, everyone
— everyone — made the circus list.

But an interesting thing happened to those
who were constantly on the list.

Over time those students — who did two hours
of extra calisthenics — got stronger and

stronger.

The pain of the circuses built inner strength,
built physical resiliency.

Life is filled with circuses.

You will fail.

You will likely fail often.

It will be painful.

It will be discouraging.

At times it will test you to your very core.

But if you want to change the world, don’t
be afraid of the circuses.

At least twice a week, the trainees were required
to run the obstacle course.

The obstacle course contained 25 obstacles
including a 10-foot high wall, a 30-foot cargo

net and a barbed wire crawl, to name a few.

But the most challenging obstacle was the
slide for life.

It had a three-level 30-foot tower at one
end and a one-level tower at the other.

In between was a 200-foot-long rope.

You had to climb the three-tiered tower and
once at the top, you grabbed the rope, swung

underneath the rope and pulled yourself hand
over hand until you got to the other end.

The record for the obstacle course had stood
for years when my class began training in

The record seemed unbeatable, until one day,
a student decided to go down the slide for

life head first.

Instead of swinging his body underneath the
rope and inching his way down, he bravely

mounted the TOP of the rope and thrust himself
forward.

It was a dangerous move — seemingly foolish,
and fraught with risk.

Failure could mean injury and being dropped
from the training.

Without hesitation the student slid down the
rope perilously fast.

Instead of several minutes, it only took him
half that time and by the end of the course

he had broken the record.

If you want to change the world sometimes
you have to slide down the obstacle head first.

During the land warfare phase of training,
the students are flown out to San Clemente

Island which lies off the coast of San Diego.

The waters off San Clemente are a breeding
ground for the great white sharks.

To pass SEAL training there are a series of
long swims that must be completed.

One is the night swim.

Before the swim the instructors joyfully brief
the trainees on all the species of sharks

that inhabit the waters off San Clemente.

They assure you, however, that no student
has ever been eaten by a shark — at least

not

recently.

But, you are also taught that if a shark begins
to circle your position — stand your ground.

Do not swim away.

Do not act afraid.

And if the shark, hungry for a midnight snack,
darts towards you — then summon up all your

strength and punch him in the snout, and he
will turn and swim away.

There are a lot of sharks in the world.

If you hope to complete the swim you will
have to deal with them.

So, if you want to change the world, don’t
back down from the sharks.

As Navy SEALs one of our jobs is to conduct
underwater attacks against enemy shipping.

We practiced this technique extensively during
basic training.

The ship attack mission is where a pair of
SEAL divers is dropped off outside an enemy

harbor and then swims well over two miles
— underwater — using nothing but a depth

gauge and a compass to get to their target.

During the entire swim, even well below the
surface, there is some light that comes through.

It is comforting to know that there is open
water above you.

But as you approach the ship, which is tied
to a pier, the light begins to fade.

The steel structure of the ship blocks the
moonlight, it blocks the surrounding street

lamps, it blocks all ambient light.

To be successful in your mission, you have
to swim under the ship and find the keel — the

centerline and the deepest part of the ship.

This is your objective.

But the keel is also the darkest part of the
ship — where you cannot see your hand in

front of your face, where the noise from the
ship’s machinery is deafening and where it

is easy to get disoriented and fail.

Every SEAL knows that under the keel, at the
darkest moment of the mission, is the time

when you must be calm, composed — when all
your tactical skills, your physical power

and all your inner strength must be brought
to bear.

If you want to change the world, you must
be your very best in the darkest moment.

The ninth week of training is referred to
as “Hell Week.”

It is six days of no sleep, constant physical
and mental harassment, and one special day

at the Mud Flats.

The Mud Flats are area between San Diego and
Tijuana where the water runs off and creates

the Tijuana slues, a swampy patch of terrain
where the mud will engulf you.

It is on Wednesday of Hell Week that you paddle
down to the mud flats and spend the next 15

hours trying to survive the freezing cold
mud, the howling wind and the incessant pressure

to quit from the instructors.

As the sun began to set that Wednesday evening,
my training class, having committed some “egregious

infraction of the rules” was ordered into
the mud.

The mud consumed each man till there was nothing
visible but our heads.

The instructors told us we could leave the
mud if only five men would quit — just five

men — and we could get out of the oppressive
cold.

Looking around the mud flat it was apparent
that some students were about to give up.

It was still over eight hours till the sun
came up — eight more hours of bone-chilling

cold.

The chattering teeth and shivering moans of
the trainees were so loud it was hard to hear

anything.

And then, one voice began to echo through
the night, one voice raised in song.

The song was terribly out of tune, but sung
with great enthusiasm.

One voice became two and two became three
and before long everyone in the class was

singing.

We knew that if one man could rise above the
misery then others could as well.

The instructors threatened us with more time
in the mud if we kept up the singingbut the

singing persisted.

And somehow the mud seemed a little warmer,
the wind a little tamer and the dawn not so

far away.

If I have learned anything in my time traveling
the world, it is the power of hope.

The power of one person — Washington, Lincoln,
King, Mandela and even a young girl from Pakistan,

Malala — one person can change the world
by giving people hope.

So, if you want to change the world, start
singing when you’re up to your neck in mud.

Finally, in SEAL training there is a bell.

A brass bell that hangs in the center of the
compound for all the students to see.

All you have to do to quit is ring the bell.

Ring the bell and you no longer have to wake
up at 5 o’clock.

Ring the bell and you no longer have to do
the freezing cold swims.

Ring the bell and you no longer have to do
the runs, the obstacle course, the PT — and

you no longer have to endure the hardships
of training.

Just ring the bell.

If you want to change the world don’t ever,
ever ring the bell.

To the graduating class of 2014, you are moments
away from graduating.

Moments away from beginning your journey through
life.

Moments away from starting to change the world
— for the better.

It will not be easy.

But, YOU are the class of 2014, the class
that can affect the lives of 800 million people

in the next century.

Start each day with a task completed.

Find someone to help you through life.

Respect everyone.

Know that life is not fair and that you will
fail often.

But if take you take some risks, step up when
the times are toughest, face down the bullies,

lift up the downtrodden and never, ever give
up — if you do these things, then the next

generation and the generations that follow
will live in a world far better than the one

we have today.

And what started here will indeed have changed
the world — for the better.

Thank you very much.

Hook ‘em horns.