From that time on I forced myself to work, and lost myself in my work. Finally Igathered my children together and joined my husband in our new home. I resolved that Iwould become well enough to give my lovely family a strong, happy mother. I becameengrossed with plans for our home, plans for my children, plans for my husband, plansfor everything-except for me. I became too busy to think of myself. And it was then thatthe real miracle happened.I grew stronger and stronger and could wake up with the joy of well-being, the joy ofplanning for the new day ahead, the joy of living. And although days of depression didcreep in occasionally after that, especially when I was tired, I would tell myself not tothink or try to reason with myself on those days-and gradually they became fewer andfewer and finally disappeared.Now, a year later, I have a very happy, successful husband, a beautiful home that I canwork in sixteen hours a day, and three healthy, happy children-and for myself, peace ofmind!~~~~Setbacks (*)ByFerenc MolnarNoted Hungarian Playwright "Work is the best narcotic!"Exactly fifty years ago my father gave me the words I have lived by ever since. He was aphysician. I had just started to study law at the Budapest University. I failed oneexamination. I thought I could not survive the shame so I sought escape in theconsolation of failure's closest friend, alcohol, always at hand: apricot brandy to beexact.My father called on me unexpectedly. Like a good doctor, he discovered both thetrouble and the bottle, in a second. I confessed why I had to escape reality.The dear old man then and there improvised a prescription. He explained to me thatthere can be no real escape in alcohol or sleeping pills-or in any drug. For any sorrowthere is only one medicine, better and more reliable than all the drugs in the world:work!How right my father was! Getting used to work might be hard. Sooner or later yousucceed. It has, of course, the quality of all the narcotics. It becomes habit-forming.And once the habit is formed, sooner or later, it becomes impossible to break one's selfof it. I have never been able to break myself of the habit for fifty years.[*] Reprinted with permission of the author, from Words to Live By-A Little Treasury ofInspiration and Wisdom, published by Simon and Schuster, Inc., copyright, 1947, byWilliam Nichols.I Was So Worried I Didn't Eat A Bite Of Solid Food For Eighteen DaysByKathryne Holcombe FarmerSheriff's Office, Mobile, AlabamaThree months ago, I was so worried that I didn't sleep for four days and nights; and I didnot eat a bite of solid food for eighteen days. Even the smell of food made me violentlysick. I cannot find words to describe the mental anguish I endured. I wonder whetherhell has any worse tortures than what I went through. I felt as if I would go insane ordie. I knew that I couldn't possibly continue living as I was.The turning point of my life was the day I was given an advance copy of this book.During the last three months, I have practically lived with this book, studying everypage, desperately trying to find a new way of life. The change that has occurred in mymental outlook and emotional stability is almost unbelievable. I am now able to endurethe battles of each passing day. I now realise that in the past, I was being driven halfmad not by today's problems but by the bitterness and anxiety over something that hadhappened yesterday or that I feared might happen tomorrow.But now, when I find myself starting to worry about anything, I immediately stop andstart to apply some of the principles I learned from studying this book. If I am temptedto tense up over something that must be done today, I get busy and do it immediatelyand get it off my mind.When I am faced with the kind of problems that used to drive me half crazy, I nowcalmly set about trying to apply the three steps outlined in Chapter 2, Part One. First, Iask myself what is the worst that can possibly happen. Second, I try to accept itmentally. Third, I concentrate on the problem and see how I can improve the worstwhich I am already willing to accept-if I have to.When I find myself worrying about a thing I cannot change -and do not want to accept-Istop myself short and repeat this little prayer:"God grant me the serenityto accept the things I cannot change,the courage to change the things I can,and wisdom to know the difference."Since reading this book, I am really experiencing a new and glorious way of life. I am nolonger destroying my health and happiness by anxiety. I can sleep nine hours a nightnow. I enjoy my food. A veil has been lifted from me. A door has been opened. I cannow see and enjoy the beauty of the world which surrounds me. I thank God for life nowand for the privilege of living in such a wonderful world.May I suggest that you also read this book over: keep it by your bed: underscore theparts that apply to your problems. Study it; use it. For this is not a "reading book" in theordinary sense; it is written as a "guidebook"-to a new way of life!Book Adds (Removed)End小说下载尽在m--落吧书屋门第【采菊的大叔】整理附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有!