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BorntoWin

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Contents

1Youth

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2ThreeDaystoSee(Excerpts)

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3CompanionshipofBooks(Excerpts)

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4IfIRest,IRust

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5Ambition

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6WhatIhaveLivedfor

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7WhenLoveReckonsYou

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8TheRoadtoSuccess

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9OnMeetingtheCelebrated

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10The50-PercentTheoryofLife

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11WhatisYourRecoveryRate?

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12ClearYourMentalSpace

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13BeHappy!

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14TheGoodnessofLife

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15FacingtheEnemiesWithin

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16AbundanceisaLifeStyle

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17HumanLifeaPoem

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18Solitude

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19GiveLifeMeaning

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20RelishtheMoment

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21TheLoveofBeauty

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22TheHappyDoor

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23BorntoWin

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24WorkandPleasure

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25Mirror,Mirror--WhatDoISee?

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26OnMotesandBeams

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27AnOctoberSunrise

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28ToBeorNottoBe

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29GettysburgAddress

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30FirstInauguralAddress(Excerpts)

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Youth

SamuelUllman

Youthisnotatimeoflife;itisastateofmind;itisnotamatterofrosycheeks,redlipsandsuppleknees;itisamatterofthewill,aqualityoftheimagination,avigoroftheemotions;itisthefreshnessofthedeepspringsoflife.

Youthmeansatemperamentalpredominanceofcourageovertimidityoftheappetite,foradventureovertheloveofease.Thisoftenexistsinamanofsixtymorethanabodyoftwenty.Nobodygrowsoldmerelybyanumberofyears.Wegrowoldbydesertingourideals.

Yearsmaywrinkletheskin,buttogiveupenthusiasmwrinklesthesoul.Worry,fear,self-distrustbowstheheartandturnsthespiritbacktodust.

Whethersixtyorsixteen,thereisineveryhumanbeing'sheartthelureofwonder,theunfailingchild-likeappetiteofwhat'snext,andthejoyofthegameofliving.Inthecenterofyourheartandmyheartthereisawirelessstation;solongasitreceivesmessagesofbeauty,hope,cheer,courageandpowerfrommenandfromtheInfinite,solongareyouyoung.

Whentheaerialsaredown,andyourspiritiscoveredwithsnowsofcynicismandtheiceofpessimism,thenyouaregrownold,evenattwenty,butaslongasyouraerialsareup,tocatchthewavesofoptimism,thereishopeyoumaydieyoungateighty.

ThreeDaystoSee(Excerpts)

HellenKeller

Allofushavereadthrillingstoriesinwhichtheherohadonlyalimitedandspecifiedtimetolive.Sometimesitwasaslongasayear;sometimesasshortastwenty-fourhours.Butalwayswewereinterestedindiscoveringhowthedoomedchoosetospendhislastdaysorhislasthours.Ispeak,ofcourse,offreemenwhohaveachoice,notcondemnedcriminalswhosesphereofactivitiesisstrictlydelimited.

Suchstoriedsetusthinking,wonderingwhatweshoulddoundersimilarcircumstances.Whatevents,whatexperience,whatassociationsshouldwecrowdintothoselasthoursasmortalbeings?Whathappinessshouldwefindinreviewingthepast,whatregrets?

SometimesIhavethoughtitwouldbeanexcellentruletoliveeachdayasifweshoulddietomorrow.Suchanattitudewouldemphasizesharplythevaluesoflife.Weshouldliveeachdaywithgentleness,vigor,andakeennessofappreciationwhichareoftenlostwhentimestretchesbeforeusintheconstantpanoramaofmoredaysandmonthsandyearstocome.Therearethose,ofcourse,wouldadopttheEpicureanmottoof“eat,drinkandbemerry.”Butmostpeoplewouldbechastenedbycertaintyofimpendingdeath.

Instoriesthedoomedheroisusuallysavedatthelastminutebysomestrokeoffortune,butalmostalwayshissenseofvaluesischanged.Hebecomesmoreappreciativeofthemeaningoflifeanditspermanentspiritualvalues.Ithasoftenbeennotedthatthosewholive,orhavelived,intheshadowofdeathbringamellowsweetnesstoeverythingtheydo.

Mostofus,however,takelifeforgranted.Weknowthatonedaywemustdie,butusuallywepicturethatasfarinthefuture.Whenweareinbuoyanthealth,deathisallbutunimaginable.Weseldomthinkofit.Thedaysstretchoutinanendlessvista.Sowegoaboutourpettytasks,hardlyawareofourlistlessattitudetowardlife.

Thesamelethargy,Iamafraid,characterizestheuseofallourfacultiesandsenses.Onlythedeafappreciatehearing,onlytheblindrealizethemanifoldblessingsthatlieinsight.Particularlydoesthisobservationapplytothosewhohavelostsightandhearinginadultlife.Butthosewhohaveneversufferedimpairmentofsightorhearingseldommakethefullestuseoftheseblessedfaculties.Theireyesandearstakeinallsightsandsoundshazily,withoutconcentrationandwithlittleappreciation.Itisthesamestoryofnotbeinggratefulofwhatwehaveuntilweloseit,ofnotbeingconsciousofhealthuntilweareill.

Ihavethoughtitwouldbeablessingifeachhumanbeingwerestrickenblindanddeafforafewdaysatsometimeduringhisearlyadultlife.Darknesswouldmakehimmoreappreciativeofsight;silencewouldteachhimthejoysofsound.

CompanionshipofBooks(Excerpts)

SamuelSmiles

Amanmayusuallybeknownbythebookshereadsaswellasbythecompanyhekeeps;forthereisacompanionshipofbooksaswellasmen;andoneshouldalwaysliveinthebestcompany,whetheritbeofbooksorofmen.

Agoodbookmaybeamongthebestfriends.Itisthesametodaythatitalwayswas,anditwillneverchange.Itisthemostpatientandcheerfulofcompanions.Itdoesnotturnitsbackuponusintimesofadversityordistress.Italwaysreceivesuswiththesamekindness;amusingandinstructingusinyouth,andcomfortingandconsolingusinage.

Menoftendiscovertheiraffinitytoeachotherbythemutuallovetheyhaveforabookjustastwopersonssometimesdiscoverafriendbytheadmirationwhichbothentertainforathird.Thereisanoldproverb,“Loveme,lovemydog.”Butthereismorewisdominthis:“Loveme,lovemybook.”Thebookistruerandhigherbondofunion.Mencanthink,feelandsympathizewitheachotherthroughtheirfavoriteauthor.Theyliveinhimtogether,andheinthem.

Agoodbookisoftenthebesturnofalifeenshriningthebestthatlifecouldthinkout;fortheworldofaman’slifeis,forthemostpart,buttheworldofhisthoughts.Thusthebestbooksaretreasuriesofgoodwords,thegoldenthoughts,which,rememberedandcherished,becomeourconstantcompanionsandcomforters.

Bookspossessandessenceofimmortality.Theyarebyfarthemostlastingproductsofhumaneffort.Templesandstatuesdecay,butbookssurvive.Timeisofnoaccountwithgreatthoughts,whichareasfreshtodayaswhentheyfirstpassedthroughtheirauthor’sminds,agesago.Whatwasthensaidandthoughtstillspeakstousasvividlyaseverfromtheprintedpage.Theonlyeffectoftimehasbeentosiftoutthebadproducts;fornothinginliteraturecanlongsurvivebutwhatisreallygood.

Booksintroduceusintothebestsociety;theybringusintothepresenceofthegreatestmindsthathaveeverlived.Wehearwhattheysaidanddid;weseethemasiftheywerereallyalive;wesympathizewiththem,enjoywiththem,grievewiththem;theirexperiencebecomesours,andwefeelasifwewereinameasureactorswiththeminthesceneswhichtheydescribe.

Thegreatandgooddonotdie,eveninthisworld.Embalmedinbooks,theirspiritswalkabroad.Thebookisalivingvoice.Itisanintellecttowhichonestilllistens.

IfIRest,IRust

OrisonMarden

Thesignificantinscriptionfoundonanoldkey“IfIrest,Irust.”wouldbeanexcellentmottoforthosewhoareafflictedwithslightestbitofidleness.Eventhemostindustriouspersonmightadoptitwithadvantagetoserveasareminderthat,ifoneallowshisfacultiestorest,liketheironintheunusedkey,theywillsoonshowsignsofrustand,ultimately,cannotdotheworkrequiredofthem.

Thosewhowouldattaintheheightsreachedandkeptbygreatmenmustkeeptheirfacultiespolishedbyconstantuse,sothattheymayunlockthedoorsofknowledge,thegatesthatguardentrancestotheprofessions,toscience,art,literature,agricultureeverydepartmentofhumanendeavor.

Industrykeepsbrightthekeythatopensthetreasuryofachievement.IfHughMiller,aftertoilingalldayinquarry,haddevotedhiseveningstorestandrecreation,hewouldneverhavebecomeafamousgeologist.Thecelebratedmathematician,EdmundStonewouldneverhavepublishedamathematicaldictionary,neverhavefoundthekeytoscienceofmathematics,ifhehadgivenhissparemomentstoidleness.HadthelittleScotchlad,Ferguson,hadallowedthebusybraintogotosleepwhilehetendedsheeponthehillside,insteadofcalculatingthepositionofthestarsbyastringofbeads,hewouldneverbecomeafamousastronomer.

Laborvanquishesallnotinconstant,spasmodicorill-directedlabor;butfaithful,unremitting,dailyefforttowardawell-directedpurpose.Justastrulyaseternalvigilanceisthepriceofliberty,soiseternalindustrythepriceofnobleandenduringsuccess.

Ambition

JosephEpstein

Itisnotdifficulttoimagineaworldshortofambition.Itwouldprobablybeakinderworld:withoutdemands,withoutabrasions,withoutdisappointments.Peoplewouldhavetimeforreflection.Suchworkastheydidwouldnotbeforthemselvesbutforthecollectivity.Competitionwouldneverenterin.Conflictwouldbeeliminated,tensionbecomeathingofthepast.Thestressofcreationwouldbeatanend.Artwouldnolongerbetroubling,butpurelycelebratoryinitsfunctions.Longevitywouldbeincreased,forfewerpeoplewoulddieofheartattackorstrokecausedbytumultuousendeavor.Anxietywouldbeextinct.Timewouldstretchonandon,withambitionlongdepartedfromthehumanheart.

Ah,howunrelievedlyboringlifewouldbe?

Thereisastrongviewthatholdsthatsuccessisamyth,andambitionthereforeasham.Doesthismeanthatsuccessdoesnotreallyexist?Thatachievementisatbottomempty?Thateffortsofmenandwomenareofnosignificancealongsidetheforceofmovementsandevents?Nownotallsuccess,obviously,isworthesteeming,norallambitionworthcultivating.Whichareandwhicharenotissomethingonesoonenoughlearnsonone’sown.Buteventhemostcynicalsecretlyadmitthatsuccessexists;thatachievementcountsforagreatdeal;andthatthetruemythisthattheactionsofmenandwomenareuseless.Tobelieveotherwiseistotakeonapointofviewthatislikelytoderanging.Itis,initsimplications,toremoveallmotivesforcompetence,inattainment,andregardforposterity.

Wedonotchoosetobeborn.Wedonotchooseourparents.Wedonotchooseourhistoricalepoch,thecountryofourbirth,ortheimmediatecircumstancesofourupbringing.Wedonot,mostofus,choosetodie;nordowechoosethetimeorconditionsofourdeath.Butwithinallthisrealmofchoicelessness,wedochoosehowweshalllive:courageouslyorincowardice,honorablyordishonorably,withpurposeorindrift.Wedecidewhatisimportantandwhatistrivialinlife.Wedecidethatwhatmakesussignificantiseitherwhatwedoorwhatwerefusetodo.Butnomatterhowindifferenttheuniversetoourchoicesanddecisions,thesechoicesanddecisionsareourstomake.Wedecide.Wechoose.Andaswedecideandchoose,soareourlivesformed.Intheend,formingourowndestinyiswhatambitionabout.

WhatIhaveLivedfor

BertrandRussell

Threepassions,simplebutoverwhelminglystrong,havegovernedmylife:thelongingforlove,thesearchofknowledge,andunbearablepityforthesufferingofmankind.Thesepassions,likegreatwinds,haveblownmehitherandthither,inawaywardcourse,overadeepoceanofanguish,reachingtotheveryvergeofdespair.

Ihavesoughtlove,first,becauseitbringsecstasyecstasysogreatthatIwouldoftenhavesacrificedalltherestofmylifeforafewhoursofthisjoy.Ihavesoughtit,next,becauseitrelieveslonelinessthatterriblelonelinessinwhichoneshiveringconsciousnesslooksovertherimoftheworldintothecoldunfathomableabyss.Ihavesoughtit,finally,becauseintheunionofloveIhaveseen,inamysticminiature,theprefiguringvisionoftheheaventhatsaintsandpoetshaveimagined.ThisiswhatIsought,andthoughitmightseemtoogoodforhumanlife,thisiswhatatlastIhavefound.

WithequalpassionIhavesoughtknowledge.Ihavewishedtounderstandtheheartsofmen.Ihavewishedtoknowwhythestarsshine.AndIhavetriedtoapprehendthePythagoreanpowerbywhichnumberholdsswaytheflux.Alittleofthis,butmostofmuch,Ihaveachieved.

Loveandknowledge,sofarastheywerepossible,ledupwardtheheavens.Butalwayspitybroughtmebacktoearth.Echoesofcriesofpainreverberateinmyheart.Childreninfamine,victimstorturedbyoppressors,helplessoldpeopleahatedburdentotheirsons,andthewholeworldofloneliness,poverty,andpainmakeamockeryofwhathumanlifeshouldbe.Ilongtoalleviatetheevil,butIcannot,andItoosuffer.

Thishasbeenmylife.Ihavefounditworthliving,andwouldgladlyliveitagainifthechancewereofferedme.

WhenLoveReckonsYou

KahlilGibran

Whenlovebeckonstoyou,followhim,thoughhiswaysarehardandsteep.Andwhenhiswingsenfoldyou,yieldtohim,thoughtheswordhiddenamonghispinionsmaywoundyou.Andwhenhespeakstoyou,believeinhim,thoughhisvoicemayshatteryourdreamsasthenorthwindlayswastethegarden.

Forevenaslovecrownsyousoshallhecrucifyyou.Evenasheisforyourgrowthsoisheforyourpruning.Evenasheascendstoyourheightandcaressesyourtenderestbranchesthatquiverinthesun,soshallhedescendtoyourrootsandshakethemintheirclingingtotheearth.

Butif,inyourfear,youwouldseekonlylove’speaceandlove’spleasure,thenitisbetterforyouthatyoucoveryournakednessandpassoutoflove’sthreshing-floor,intotheseasonlessworldwhereyoushalllaugh,butnotallofyourlaughter,andweep,notallofyourtears.Lovegivesnaughtbutitselftakesnaughtbutfromitself.Lovepossessesnot,norwoulditbepossessed,forloveissufficientuntolove.

Lovehasnootherdesirebuttofulfillitself.Butifyouloveandmusthavedesires,letthesebeyourdesires:

Tomeltandbelikearunningbrookthatsingsitsmelodytothenight.

Toknowthepainoftoomuchtenderness.

Tobewoundedbyyourunderstandingoflove.

Andtobleedwillinglyandjoyfully.

Towakeatdawnwithawingedheartandgivethanksforanotherdayofloving;

Torestatthenoonhourandmeditatelove’secstasy;

Toreturnhomeateventidewithgratitude;

Andthentosleepwithaprayerforthebelovedinyourheartandasongofpraiseuponyoulips.

TheRoadtoSuccess

AndrewCarnegie

Itiswellthatyoungmenshouldbeginatthebeginningandoccupythemostsubordinatepositions.ManyoftheleadingbusinessmenofPittsburghhadaseriousresponsibilitythrustuponthemattheverythresholdoftheircareer,heywereintroduceddtothebroom,andspentthefirsthoursfortheirbusinesslivesweepingouttheoffice.Inoticewehavejanitorsandjanitressesnowinoffices,andouryoungmenunfortunatelymissthatsalutarybranchofabusinesseducation.Butifbychancetheprofessionalsweeperisabsentanymorning,theboywhohasthegeniusofthefuturepartnerinhimwillnothesitatetotryhishandatthebroom.Itdoesnothurtthenewestcomertosweepouttheofficeifnecessary.Iwasoneofthosesweepersmyself.

Assumingthatyouhaveallobtainedemploymentandarefairlystarted,myadvicetoyouis“aimhigh”.Iwouldnotgiveafigfortheyoungmanwhodoesnotalreadyseehimselfthepartnerortheheadofanimportantfirm.Donotrestcontentforamomentinyourthoughtsasheadclerk,orforeman,orgeneralmanagerinanyconcern,nomatterhowextensive.Saytoyourself,“Myplaceisatthetop.”Bekinginyourdreams.

Andthereistheprimeconditionofsuccess,thegreatsecret:concentrateyourenergy,thought,andcapitalexclusivelyuponthebusinessinwhichyouareengaged.Havingbeguninoneline,resolvetofightitoutonthatline,toleadinit,adopteveryimprovement,havethebestmachinery,andknowthemostaboutit.

Theconcernswhichfailarethosewhichhavescatteredtheircapital,whichmeansthattheyhavescatteredtheirbrainsalso.Theyhaveinvestmentsinthis,orthat,ortheother,here,there,andeverywhere.“Don’tputallyoureggsinonebasket.”isallwrong.Itellyouto“putallyoureggsinonebasket,andthenwatchthatbasket.”Lookroundyouandtakenotice,menwhodothatnotoftenfail.Itiseasytowatchandcarrytheonebasket.Itistryingtocarrytoomanybasketsthatbreaksmosteggsinthiscountry.Hewhocarriesthreebasketsmustputoneonhishead,whichisapttotumbleandtriphimup.OnefaultoftheAmericanbusinessmanislackofconcentration.

TosummarizewhatIhavesaid:aimforthehighest;neverenterabarroom;donottouchliquor,orifatallonlyatmeals;neverspeculate;neverindorsebeyondyoursurpluscashfund;makethefirm’sinterestyours;breakordersalwaystosaveowners;concentrate;putallyoureggsinonebasket,andwatchthatbasket;expenditurealwayswithinrevenue;lastly,benotimpatient,forasEmersonsays,“Noonecancheatyououtofultimatesuccessbutyourselves.”

OnMeetingtheCelebrated

WilliamSomersetMaugham

Ihavealwayswonderedthatthepassionsmanypeoplehavetomeetthecelebrated.Theprestigeyouacquirebybeingabletotellyourfriendsthatyouknowfamousmenprovesonlythatyouareyourselfofsmallaccount.Thecelebrateddevelopatechniquetodealwiththepersonstheycomeacross.Theyshowtheworldamask,oftenanimpressiveone,buttakecaretoconcealtheirrealselves.Theyplaythepartthatisexpectedfromthem,andwithpracticelearntoplayitverywell,butyouarestupidifyouthinkthatthispublicperformanceoftheirscorrespondswiththemanwithin.

Ihavebeenattached,deeplyattached,toafewpeople;butIhavebeeninterestedinmeningeneralnotfortheirownsakes,butforthesakeofmywork.Ihavenot,asKantenjoined,regardedeachmanasanendinhimself,butasmaterialthatmightbeusefultomeawriter.Ihavebeenmoreconcernedwiththeobscurethanwiththefamous.Theyaremoreoftenthemselves.Theyhavehadnoneedtocreateafiguretoprotectthemselvesfromtheworldortoimpressit.Theiridiosyncrasieshavehadmorechancetodevelopinthelimitedcircleoftheiractivity,andsincetheyhaveneverbeeninthepubliceyeithasneveroccurredtothemthattheyhaveanythingtoconceal.Theydisplaytheirodditiesbecauseithasneverstruckthemthattheyareodd.Andafterallitiswiththecommonrunofmenthatwewritershavetodeal;kings,dictators,commercialmagnatesarefromourpointofviewveryunsatisfactory.Towriteaboutthemisaventurethathasoftentemptedwriters,butthefailurethathasattendedtheireffortsshowsthatsuchbeingsaretooexceptionaltoformapropergroundforaworkofart.Theycannotbemadereal.Theordinaryisthewriter’sricherfield.Itsunexpectedness,itssingularity,itsinfinitevarietyaffordunendingmaterial.Thegreatmanistoooftenallofapiece;itisthelittlemanthatisabundleofcontradictoryelements.Heisinexhaustible.Younevercometotheendofthesurpriseshehasinstoreforyou.FormypartIwouldmuchsoonerspendamonthonadesertislandwithaveterinarysurgeonthanwithaprimeminister.

The50-PercentTheoryofLife

StevePorter

Ibelieveinthe50-percenttheory.Halfthetimethingsarebetterthannormal;theotherhalf,theyareworse.Ibelievelifeispendulumswing.Ittakestimeandexperiencetounderstandwhatnormalis,andthatgivesmetheperspectivetodealwiththesurprisesofthefuture.

Let’sbenchmarktheparameters:yes,Iwilldie.I’vedealtwiththedeathsofbothparents,abestfriend,abelovedbossandcherishedpets.Someofthesedeathshavebeenviolent,beforemyeyes,orslowandagonizing.Badstuff,anditbelongsatthebottomofthescale.

Thentherearethosehighpoints:romanceandmarriagetotherightperson;havingachildanddoingthoseDadthingslikecoachingmyson’sbaseballteams,paddlingaroundthecreekintheboatwhilehe’sswimmingwiththedogs,discoveringhiscompassionsodeepitmanifestseveninhiskindnesstosnails,hisimaginationsovividhebuildsaspaceshipfromascatteredpileofLegos.

Butthereisavastmeadowoflifeinthemiddle,wherethebadandthegoodflip-flopacrobatically.Thisiswhatconvincesmetobelieveinthe50-percenttheory.

OnespringIplantedcorntooearlyinabottomlandsoflood-pronethatneighborslaughed.Ifeltchagrinedatthewastedeffort.Summerturnedbrutal–theworstheatwaveanddroughtinmylifetime.Theair-conditionerdied;thewellwentdry;themarriageended;thejoblost;thememorygone.Iwaslivinglyricsfromacountrytune–musicIloathed.OnlyasurgingKansasCityRoyalsteambuoyedmyspirits.

Lookingbackonthathorriblesummer,Isoonunderstoodthatallsucceedinggoodthingsmerelyoffsetthebad.Worsethannormalwouldn’tlastlong.Iamowedandsavorthehalcyontimes.TheyreinvigoratemeforthenextnastysurpriseandofferassurancethatIcanthrive.The50-percenttheoryevenhelpsmeseehopebeyondmyRoyals’recentslump,afieldofstrugglingrookiessownsothatsomeyearsoonwecanreapanOctoberharvest.

Forthatonelisteningsummer,thegroundmoisturewasjustright,plantingearlyallowedpollinationbeforeheatwitheredthetops,andthelackofrainsparedthestandingcornfromfloods.Thatwintermycriboverflowedwithcorn–fat,healthythree-to-a-stalkearsfilledwithkernelsfromheeltotip–whilemyneighbors’fieldsyieldedonlybrown,emptyhusks.

Althoughplantingspastmayhavefallenbelowthe50-percentexpectation,andtheyprobablywillagaininthefuture,Iamstillsustainedbythecropthatflourishesduringthedrought.

WhatisYourRecoveryRate?

GrahamHarris

Whatisyourrecoveryrate?Howlongdoesittakeyoutorecoverfromactionsandbehaviorsthatupsetyou?Minutes?Hours?Days?Weeks?Thelongerittakesyoutorecoverthemoreinfluencethatincidenthasonyouractionsandthelessableyouaretoperformtoyourpersonalbest.Inanutshellthelongerittakesyoutorecovertheweakeryouareandthepooreryourperformance.

Youarewellawarethatyouneedtoexercisetokeepthebodyfitand,nodoubt,acceptthatareasonablematterofhealthisthespeedinwhichyourheartandrespiratorysystemrecoversafterexercise.Likewisethefasteryouletgoofanissuethatupsetsyou,thefasteryouwillreturntoanequilibriumthehealthieryouwillbe.Thebestexampleofthisbehaviorisfoundwithprofessionalsportspeople.Theyknowthatthefastertheycanforgetanincidentormissedopportunityandgetonwiththegame,thebettertheirperformance.Infact,mostmeasurethetimeandtakesthemtoovercomeandforgetanincidentinagame,andmostreckonarecoveryrateof30secondsistoolong!

Imagineyourselftobeanactorinaplayonthestage.Youraimistoplayyourparttothebestofyourability.Youhavebeengivenascriptandattheendofeachsentenceisafullstop.Eachtimeyougettotheendofasentenceyoustartanewoneandalthoughthenextsentenceisrelatedtothelastitisnotaffectedbyit.Yourjobistodelivereachsentencetothebestofyourability.

Don'tliveyourlifeinthepast!Learntoliveinthepresent,toovercomethepast.Stopthepastfrominfluencingyourdailylife.Don'tallowthoughtsofthepasttoreduceyourpersonalbest.Stopthepastfrominterferingwithyourlife.Learntorecoverquickly.

Remember:Romewasn'tbuiltinaday.Reflectonyourrecoveryrateeachday.Everydaybeforeyougotobed,lookatyourprogress.Don'tlieinbedsayingtoyou,"Ididthatwrong.Ishouldhav