They appointed him fire marshal his senior year at Denver City High School. That's Denver City, Texas.
This job came with enormous responsibility and authority.
It was his job to teach fire safety. To practice fire safety. To ensure the school was prepared in case of fire.
He was required to choose six deputy fire marshals. Six trusted students who would take their jobs as solemnly and seriously as he took his job.
Shortly after his appointment and the deputization of six of his closest friends, it occurred to him that the school needed an all-out fire drill to test the building, the students and the staff for readiness.
So he rang the fire alarm.
Correctly ordered all students and faculty and staff to exit the school orderly and safely.
Once the building was emptied, he and his deputies did as they were supposed to do. They locked all the doors so that no one could re-enter and be injured should there be an actual fire.
It was snowing that day in Denver City. Snowing and windy.
After a few minutes, the principal began banging on the door and yelling at the fire marshal to let everyone back in.
Through the door crack, the fire marshal yelled, "Hang on. Just need to check a few more hallways and make sure everything's clear."
Forty-five minutes later, the doors were unlocked and the shivering school body went back to class.
The fire marshal was relieved of his duties the next day. News is sketchy as to what happened to his deputies, but it is believed they too may have lost their appointments.
The fire marshal is today a successful businessman, loving husband, devoted father and the chairman of the deacons at one of the largest churches in the world.