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Feature Fall 2010 Summer 2017 Winter 2013
The National Advisory Council (NAC) is commemorating fifty golden years of helping the BYU Marriott School of Management shine. During this time, NAC members have provided wise vision for the school, generously funded programs, selflessly mentored students, and even made personal sacrifices to keep the school from closing its doors. To join in the jubilee, we’ve compiled this tribute of fifty facts, stories, and memories of the contributions NAC members have made to place the Marriott School at the top and extend the influence of BYU worldwide.
Most of you will never have heard of Andrew Skurka, but those who like to backpack will know the name. He was the 2007 National Geographic Adventurer of the Year.
Throughout my life I’ve spent countless summer weekends at my parents’ cabin in the Uinta Mountains, where in the early days there was no electricity or indoor plumbing and almost every evening was spent playing games around the kitchen table until the generator would run out of gas.
Cameras flashed as reporters jostled for position. This was the biggest story of the year: Kenneth Lay was surrendering to the FBI. Slapped with a slew of charges alleging he falsified statements to hide billions in losses, Lay’s arrest marked the end of Enron’s empire.
Last August I was at a landfill site in So Paulo, Brazil. It had been a dump where people sorted through garbage looking for valuable items so they could put food on their tables.
It’s not all about touchdowns for BYU’s football team, though you’d never know it judging by last year’s knockout season—or the past four seasons, for that matter. During the past four years, the Cougars have won forty-three and lost nine, a record surpassed by only four other schools in the country.1
In my fifty-four years in business I have studied leadership and have been anxious to learn why people are successful. I believe strongly that everyone who wants to be successful will be.
You know you’re in Hong Kong when you smell it. First, it’s flowery-sweet, popcorn-esque jasmine rice. Next, it’s incense from the factories that line the coast just to the north.