Republished with permission from Warrior.do – thanks to #NewWarrior Tony Balbin Photo by lacabezaenlasnubes We drove down a long, narrow road deep in the Wisconsin forest. The sun was winding down and fresh snow laid on the trees around us. As we approached the retreat center, a man dressed in black stood in the middle of the road staring blankly at the three of us. Having nowhere to go, we stopped the car. Slowly, he walked over to us, interrogating who we were, what wanted, why we were there. Unimpressed with our answer, he ordered us to park our car and get in line. Grabbing our bags, we...