Sleep Story: How To Stop Worrying & Start Living: Chapter 18

Enjoy this sleep story to help you drift off into a peaceful slumber while hearing motivational suggestions authored by Dale Carnegie. His book, "How To Stop Worrying and Start Living" is a classic written in 1948 and offers a plan to help us make the most of our lives, be productive, and thrive in the present moment. Chapter 18 talks about how to cure depression in 14 days.

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Hello,

My name is Hilary LaFawn and I am so grateful that you have joined me today to explore Chapter 18 of How to Stop Worrying and Start Living by Dale Carnegie.

This is the final chapter of Part 4,

7 Ways to Cultivate a Mental Attitude that will bring you peace and happiness.

Enjoy this sleep story to help relax your mind and body for a great night's rest.

Before we begin,

Settle yourself in your bed and find your most comfortable position.

Take a few deep,

Long breaths and feel the gentle,

Soothing support of your pillows,

Sheets and blankets.

Let them cradle your body as you relax and settle in.

Let's begin Chapter 18,

How to Cure Depression in 14 Days.

When I started writing this book,

I offered a $200 prize for the most helpful and inspiring true story on how I conquered worry.

The three judges for this content were Eddie Rickenbacker,

President,

Eastern Airlines,

Dr.

Stuart W.

McClellan,

President,

Lincoln Memorial University,

H.

V.

Caltenborn,

Radio News Analyst.

However,

We received two stories so superb that the judges found it impossible to choose between them,

So we divided the prize.

Here is one of the stories that tied for first prize,

The story of C.

R.

Burton,

Who worked for Whizzer Motor Sales of Springfield,

Missouri.

I lost my mother when I was nine years old and my father when I was twelve,

Mr.

Burton wrote me.

My father was killed,

But my mother simply walked out of the house one day,

Nineteen years ago,

And I have never seen her since.

Neither have I ever seen my two little sisters that she took with her.

She never even wrote me a letter until after she had been gone seven years.

My father was killed in an accident three years after mother left.

He and a partner had bought a cafe in a small Missouri town,

And while father was away on a business trip,

His partner sold the cafe for cash and skipped out.

A friend wired father to hurry back home,

And in his hurry,

Father was killed in a car accident in Salinas,

Kansas.

Two of my father's sisters,

Who were poor and old and sick,

Took three of the children into their homes.

Nobody wanted me and my little brother.

We were left at the mercy of the town.

We were haunted by the fear of being called orphans and treated as orphans.

Our fear soon materialized too.

I lived for a little while with a poor family in town,

But times were hard,

And the head of the family lost his job,

So they couldn't afford to feed me any longer.

Then,

Mr.

And Mrs.

Lofton took me to live with them on their farm eleven miles from town.

Mr.

Lofton was seventy years old and sick in bed with shingles.

He told me I could stare there as long as I didn't lie,

Didn't steal,

And did as I was told.

Those three orders became my Bible.

I lived by them strictly.

I started school,

But the first week found me at home,

Bawling like a baby.

The other children picked on me and poked fun at my big nose and said I was dumb and called me an orphan brat.

I was hurt so badly that I wanted to fight them.

But Mr.

Lofton,

The farmer who had taken me in,

Said to me,

Always remember that it takes a bigger man to walk away from a fight than it does to stay and fight.

I didn't fight until one day a kid picked up some chicken manure from the schoolhouse yard and threw it in my face.

I beat the hell out of him and made a couple of friends.

They said he had it coming to him.

I was proud of a new cap that Miss Lofton had bought me.

One day one of the big girls jerked it off my head and filled it with water and ruined it.

She said she filled it with water so that the water would wet my thick skull and keep my popcorn brains from popping.

I never cried at school but I used to bawl it out at home.

Then one day Miss Lofton gave me some advice that did away with all the troubles and worries and turned my enemies into friends.

She said,

Ralph,

They won't tease you and call you an orphan brat anymore if you will get interested in them and see how much you can do for them.

I took her advice,

I studied hard,

And though I soon headed the class,

I was never envied because I went out of my way to help them.

I helped several of the boys write their themes and essays.

I wrote complete debates for some of the boys.

One lad was ashamed to let his folks know that I was helping him,

So he used to tell his mother he was going possum hunting.

Then he would come to Mr.

Lofton's and tie his dog up in the barn while I helped him with his lessons.

I wrote book reviews for one lad and I spent several evenings helping one of the girls on her math.

Death struck our neighborhood.

Two elderly farmers died and one woman was deserted by her husband.

I was the only male in our four families.

I helped these widows for two years.

On my way to and from school,

I stopped at their farms,

Cut wood for them,

Milked their cows,

And fed and watered their stock.

I was now blessed instead of cursed.

I was accepted as a friend by everyone.

They showed me their real feelings when I returned home from the Navy.

More than 200 farmers came to see me that first time I was home.

Some of them drove as far as 80 miles,

And their concern for me was really sincere.

Because I have been busy and happy trying to help other people,

I have few worries,

And I haven't been called an orphan brat now for 13 years.

Hooray for C.

R.

Burton.

He knows how to win friends,

And he also knows how to conquer worry and enjoy life.

So did the late Dr.

Frank Loop of Seattle,

Washington.

He was an invalid for 23 years.

Arthritis.

Yet Stuart Whitehouse of the Seattle Star wrote me saying,

I interviewed Dr.

Loop many times and I have never known a man more unselfish or a man who got more out of life.

How did this bedridden invalid get so much out of life?

I'll give you two guesses.

Did he do it by complaining and criticizing?

No.

By wallowing in self-pity and demanding that he be the center of attention and everyone cater to him?

No.

Still wrong.

He did it by adopting as a slogan the motto of the Prince of Wales.

Ictin.

I serve.

He accumulated the names and addresses of other invalids and cheered both them and himself by writing happy,

Encouraging letters.

In fact,

He organized a letter writing club for invalids and got them writing letters to one another.

Finally,

He formed a national organization called the Shutton Society.

As he lay in bed,

He wrote an average of 1,

400 letters a year and brought joy to thousands of invalids by getting radios and books for shuttons.

What was the chief difference between Dr.

Loop and a lot of other people?

Look at this,

Dr.

Loop had the inner glow of a man with a purpose,

A mission.

He had the joy of knowing that he was being used by an idea far nobler and more significant than himself.

Instead of being,

As Shaw put it,

A self-centered little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world would not devote itself to making him happy.

Here is the most astonishing statement that I've ever read from the pen of a great psychiatrist.

This statement was made by Alfred Adler.

He used to say to his melancholia patients,

You can be cured in 14 days if you follow this prescription.

Try to think every day how you can please someone.

That statement sounds so incredible that I feel I ought to try to explain it by quoting a couple of pages from Dr.

Adler's splendid book,

What Life Should Mean to You.

Melancholia is like a long continued rage and reproach against others,

Though for the purpose of gaining care,

Sympathy and support,

The patient seems only to be dejected about his own guilt.

A melancholiac's first memory is generally something like this.

I remember I wanted to lie on that couch,

But my brother was lying there.

I cried so much that he had to leave.

Melancholiacs are often inclined to revenge themselves by committing suicide,

And the doctor's first care is to avoid giving them an excuse for suicide.

I myself try to relive the whole tension by proposing to them,

As the first rule in treatment,

Never do anything you don't like.

This seems to be very modest,

But I believe it goes to the root of the whole trouble.

If a melancholiac is able to do anything he wants,

Whom can he accuse?

What has he got to revenge himself for?

If you want to go to the theater,

I tell him,

Or go on a holiday,

Do it.

And if you find on the way that you don't want to,

Stop it.

It is the best situation anyone could be in.

It gives a satisfaction to his striving for superiority.

He is like God and can do what he pleases.

On the other hand,

It does not fit very easily into his style of life.

He wants to dominate and accuse others,

And if they agree with him,

There is no way of dominating them.

This rule is a great relief,

And I have never had a suicide among my patients.

Generally,

The patient replies,

But there is nothing I like doing.

I have prepared for this answer,

Because I've heard it so often.

Then refrain from doing anything you dislike,

I say.

Sometimes,

However,

He will reply.

I shall like to stay in bed all day.

I know that if I allow it,

He will no longer want to do it.

I know that if I hinder him,

He will start a war.

So I always agree.

This is one rule.

Another attacks their style of life still more directly.

I tell them,

You can be cured in 14 days if you follow this prescription.

Try to think every day how you can please someone.

See what this means to them.

They are occupied with the thought.

How can I worry someone?

The answers are very interesting.

Some say,

This will be very easy for me.

I have done it all my life.

They have never done it.

I ask them to think it over.

They do not think it over,

I tell them.

You can make use of all the time you spend when you are unable to go to sleep by thinking how you can please someone,

And it will be a big step forward in your health.

When I see them next day,

I ask them,

Did you think over what I suggested?

They answer,

Last night I went to sleep as soon as I got into bed.

All this must be done,

Of course,

In a modest,

Friendly manner,

Without a hint of superiority.

Others will answer,

I could never do it.

I am so worried,

I tell them.

Don't stop worrying,

But at the same time you can think now and then of others.

I want to direct their interest towards their fellows.

Many say,

Why should I please others?

Others do not try to please me.

You must think of your health,

I answer.

The others will suffer later on.

It is extremely rare that I have found a patient who said,

I have thought over what you suggested.

All my efforts are devoted towards increasing the social interest of the patient.

I know that the real reason for his malady is his lack of cooperation,

And I want him to see it too.

As soon as he can connect himself with his fellow men,

On an equal and cooperative footing,

He is cured.

The most important task imposed by religion has always been,

Love thy neighbor.

It is the individual who is not interested in this fellow man who has the greatest difficulties in life and provides the greatest injury to others.

It is from among such individuals that all human failures spring.

All that we demand of a human being,

And the highest praise we can give him,

Is that he should be a good fellow worker,

A friend to all other men,

And a true partner in love and marriage.

Dr.

Adler urges us to do a good deed every day.

And what is a good deed?

A good deed,

Said the Prophet Muhammad,

Is one that brings a smile of joy to the face of another.

Why will doing a good deed every day produce such astounding effects on the doer?

Because trying to please others will cause us to stop thinking of ourselves,

The very thing that produces worry and fear and melancholia.

Miss William T.

Moon,

Who operated the Moon Secretarial School in New York,

Didn't have to spend two weeks thinking how she could please someone in order to banish her melancholy.

She went Alfred Adler one better.

No,

She went Adler thirteen better.

She banished her melancholia not in fourteen days,

But in one day,

By thinking how she could please a couple of orphans.

It happened like this.

In December,

Five years ago,

Said Miss Moon,

I was engulfed in a feeling of sorrow and self-pity.

After several years of happy married life,

I had lost my husband,

And as the Christmas holiday approached,

My sadness deepened.

I had never spent a Christmas alone in all my life,

And I dreaded to see this Christmas come.

Friends had invited me to spend Christmas with them,

But I did not feel up to any gaiety.

I knew I would be a wet blanket at any party,

So I refused their kind invitations.

As Christmas Eve approached,

I was more and more overwhelmed with self-pity.

True,

I should have been thankful for many things,

As all of us have many things for which to be thankful.

The day before Christmas,

I left my house at three o'clock in the afternoon and started walking aimlessly up Fifth Avenue,

Hoping that I might banish my self-pity and melancholy.

The avenue was jammed with gay and happy crowds,

Scenes that brought back memories of happy years that were gone.

I just couldn't bear the thought of going home to a lonely and empty apartment.

I was bewildered.

I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't keep the tears back.

After walking aimlessly for an hour or so,

I found myself in front of a bus terminal.

I remembered that my husband and I had often boarded an unknown bus for adventure,

So I boarded the first bus I found at the station.

After crossing the Hudson River and riding for some time,

I heard the bus conductor say,

Last stop,

Lady.

I got off.

I didn't even know the name of the town.

It was a quiet,

Peaceful little place.

While waiting for the next bus home,

I started walking up a residential street.

As I passed a church,

I heard the beautiful strains of silent night.

I went in.

The church was empty except for the organist.

I sat down unnoticed in one of the pews.

The lights from the gaily decorated Christmas tree made the decorations seem like myriads of stars dancing in the moonbeams.

The long-drawn cadences of the music and the fact that I had forgotten to eat since morning made me drowsy.

I was weary and heavy-laden,

So I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke,

I didn't know where I was.

I was terrified.

I saw in front of me two small children who had apparently come in to see the Christmas tree.

One,

A little girl,

Was pointing at me and saying,

I wonder if Santa Claus brought her.

These children were also frightened when I awoke.

I told them that I wouldn't hurt them.

They were poorly dressed.

I asked them where their mommy and daddy were.

We ain't got no mother and daddy,

They said.

Here were two little orphans much worse off than I had ever been.

They made me feel so ashamed of my sorrow and self-pity.

I showed them the Christmas tree and then took them to a drugstore and we had some refreshments.

Then I bought them some candy and a few presents.

My loneliness vanished as if by magic.

These two orphans gave me the only real happiness and self-forgetfulness that I had had in months.

As I chatted with them,

I realized how lucky I had been.

I thank God that all my Christmases as a child had been bright with parental love and tenderness.

Those two little orphans did far more for me than I did for them.

That experience showed me again the necessity of making other people happy in order to be happy ourselves.

I found that happiness is contagious by giving we receive.

By helping someone and giving out love,

I had conquered worry and sorrow and self-pity and felt like a new person.

And I was a new person not only then but in the years that followed.

I could fill a book with stories of people who forgot themselves into health and happiness.

For example,

Let's take the case of Margaret Yates,

One of the most popular women in the United States Navy.

Miss Yates is a writer of novels,

But none of her mystery stories is half so interesting as her true story of what happened to her that fateful morning when the Japanese struck our fleet at Pearl Harbor.

Miss Yates had been an invalid for more than a year.

Bad heart.

She spent twenty-two out of every twenty-four hours in bed.

The longest journey that she undertook was a walk into the garden to take a sun bath.

Even then,

She had to lean on the maid's arm as she walked.

She herself told me that in those days she expected to be an invalid for the balance of her life.

I would never have really lived again,

She told me,

If the Japanese had not struck Pearl Harbor and jarred me out of my complacency.

When this happened,

Miss Yates said,

As she told her story,

Everything was chaos and confusion.

One bomb struck so near my home,

The concussion threw me out of bed.

Army trucks rushed out of the Hickam Field,

Schofield Barracks,

And Canoe Bay Air Station to bring Army and Navy wives and children to the public schools.

There the Red Cross telephoned those who had extra rooms to take them in.

The Red Cross workers knew that I had a telephone beside my bed,

So they asked me to be a clearinghouse of information.

So,

I kept track of where Army and Navy wives and children were being housed,

And all Navy and Army men were instructed by the Red Cross to telephone me to find out where their families were.

I soon discovered that my husband,

Commander Robert Raleigh Yates,

Was safe.

I tried to cheer up the wives who did not know where their husbands had been killed,

And I tried to give consolation to the widows whose husbands had been killed,

And they were many.

2,

117 officers and enlisted men in the Navy and Marine Corps were killed,

And 960 were reported missing.

At first I answered these phone calls while lying in bed.

Then I answered them sitting up in bed.

Finally,

I got so busy,

So excited,

That I forgot all about my weakness and got out of bed and sat by a table.

By helping others who were much worse off than I was,

I forgot all about myself.

And I never have gone back to bed except for my regular eight hours of sleep each night.

I realize now that if the Japanese had not struck at Pearl Harbor,

I would probably have remained a semi-invalid all my life.

I was comfortable in bed.

I was constantly waited on,

And I now realize that I was unconsciously losing my will to rehabilitate myself.

The attack on Pearl Harbor was one of the greatest tragedies in American history,

But as far as I was concerned,

It was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

That terrible crisis gave me strength that I never dreamed I possessed.

It took my attention off myself and focused it on others.

It gave me something big and vital and important to live for.

I no longer had time to think about myself or care about myself.

A third of the people who rushed to psychiatrists for help could probably cure themselves if they could only do as Margaret Yates did.

Yet interested in helping others.

My idea?

No,

That is approximately what Carl Jung said,

And he ought to know if anybody does.

He said,

About one-third of my patients are suffering from no clinically definable neurosis,

But from the senselessness and emptiness of their lives.

To put it another way,

They are trying to thumb a ride through life and let the parade pass them by.

So they rush to a psychiatrist with their petty,

Senseless,

Useless lives.

Having missed the boat,

They stand on the wharf,

Blaming everyone except themselves and demanding what the world cater to their self-centered desires.

You may be saying to yourself now,

Well I'm not impressed by these stories.

I myself could get interested in a couple of orphans I met on Christmas Eve,

And if I had been at Pearl Harbor,

I would gladly have done what Margaret Taylor Yates did.

But with me,

Things are different.

I live an ordinary humdrum life.

I work a dull job eight hours a day.

Nothing dramatic ever happens to me.

How can I get interested in helping others?

And why should I?

What is there in it for me?

A fair question.

I'll try to answer it.

However humdrum your existence may be,

You surely meet some people every day of your life.

What do you do about them?

Do you merely stare through them?

Or do you try to find out what it is that makes them tick?

How about the postman for example?

He travels hundreds of miles every year delivering your mail.

But have you ever taken the trouble to find out where he lives?

Or asked to see a snapshot of his wife and kids?

Did you ever ask him if he gets tired or if he ever gets bored?

What about the grocery boy?

The newspaper vendor?

The chap at the corner who polishes your shoes?

These people are humans bursting with troubles,

Dreams,

And private ambitions.

They are also bursting for the chance to share with someone.

But do you ever let them?

Do you ever show an eager,

Honest interest in them or their lives?

That's the sort of thing I mean.

You don't have to become a Florence Nightingale or a social reformer to help improve the world.

Your own private world.

You can start tomorrow.

You can start tomorrow morning with the people you meet.

What's in it for you?

Much greater happiness.

Greater satisfaction and pride in yourself.

Aristotle called this land of attitude enlightened selfishness.

Sir Raster said,

Doing good to others is not a duty.

It is a joy for it increases your own health and happiness.

And Benjamin Franklin summed it up very simply.

When you are good to others,

Said Franklin,

You are best to yourself.

No discovery of modern psychology,

Wrote Henry C.

Link,

Director of the Psychological Service Center in New York,

Is in my opinion so important as it's scientific proof of the necessity of self sacrifice or discipline to self realization and happiness.

Thinking of others will not only keep you from worrying about yourself,

It will also help you to make a lot of friends and have a lot of fun.

How?

Well,

I once asked Professor William Lyon Phelps of Yale how he did it.

And here's what he said.

I never go into a hotel or a barbershop or a store without saying something agreeable to everyone I meet.

I try to say something that treats them as an individual,

Not merely a cog in a machine.

I sometimes compliment the girl who waits on me in the store by telling her how beautiful her eyes are or her hair.

I will ask a barber if he doesn't get tired standing on his feet all day.

I'll ask him how he came to take up barbering,

How long he's been at it,

And how many heads of hair he has cut.

I'll help him figure it out.

I'll find that taking an interest in people makes them beam with pleasure.

I frequently shake hands with the red cap who's carried my grip.

It gives him a new lift and freshens him up for the whole day.

On extremely hot summer day I went into a dining car of the new Haven Railway to have lunch.

The crowded car was almost like a furnace and the service was slow.

When the steward finally got around to handing me the menu I said,

The boys back there cooking in that hot kitchen certainly must be suffering today.

The steward began to curse.

His tones were bitter.

At first I thought he was angry.

Good God Almighty,

He claimed,

People come in here and complain about the food.

They kick about the slow service and growl about the heat and the prices.

I have listened to their criticism for nineteen years and you are the first person and the only person that has ever expressed any sympathy for the cooks back there in the boiling kitchen.

I wish to God we had more passengers like you.

The steward was astounded because I had thought of the cooks as human beings and not merely as a cog in the organization of a great railway.

What people want,

Continued Professor Phelps,

Is a little attention as human beings.

When I meet a man on the street with a beautiful dog,

I always comment on the dog's beauty.

As I walk on and glance back over my shoulder,

I frequently see the man petting and admiring the dog.

My appreciation has renewed his appreciation.

One time in England,

I met a shepherd and expressed my sincere admiration for his big intelligent sheepdog.

I asked him to tell me how he trained the dog.

As I walked away,

I glanced back over my shoulder and saw the dog standing with his paws on the shepherd's shoulders and the shepherd was petting him.

By taking a little interest in the shepherd and his dog,

I made the shepherd happy,

I made the dog happy,

And I made myself happy.

Can you imagine a man who goes around shaking hands with porters and expressing sympathy for the cooks in the hot kitchen and telling people how much he admires their dogs?

Can you imagine a man like that being sour and worried and needing the services of a psychiatrist?

You can't,

Can you?

No,

Of course not.

A Chinese proverb puts it this way,

A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand and gives you the roses.

You didn't have to tell that to Billy Phillips of Yale.

He knew it.

He lived it.

If you are a man,

Skip this paragraph.

It won't interest you.

It tells how a worried,

Unhappy girl got several men to propose to her.

The girl who did that is now a grandmother.

A few years ago,

I spent the night in her and her husband's home.

I'd been giving a lecture in her town and the next morning she drove me about 50 miles to catch a train on the main line of the New York Central.

We got to talking about whining friends and she said,

Mr.

Carnegie,

I'm going to tell you something that I have never confessed to anyone before,

Not even my husband.

She told me that she had been reared in a social register family in Philadelphia.

The tragedy of my girlhood and young womanhood,

She said,

Was our poverty.

We could never entertain the way the other girls in my social set entertained.

My clothes were never of the best quality.

I outgrew them and they didn't fit and they were often out of style.

I was so humiliated,

So ashamed that I often cried myself to sleep.

Finally,

In sheer desperation,

I hit upon the idea of always asking my partner at dinner parties to tell me about his experience,

His ideas,

And his plans for the future.

I didn't ask these questions because I was especially interested in the answers.

I did it solely to keep my partner from looking at my poor clothes.

But a strange thing happened.

As I listened to these young men talk and learn more about them,

I really became interested in listening to what they had to say.

I became so interested that I myself sometimes forgot about my own clothes.

But the astounding thing to me was this.

Since I was a good listener and encouraged the boys to talk about themselves,

I gave them happiness and gradually became the most popular girl in our social group.

And three of these men proposed marriage to me.

Some people who read this chapter are going to say,

All this talk about getting interested in others is a lot of damn nonsense.

Sheer religious pap,

None of that stuff is for me.

I am going to put money in my purse.

I am going to grab all that I can get and grab it now into hell with the other dumb clucks.

Well,

If that is your opinion,

You're entitled to it,

But if you are right,

Then all the great philosophers and teachers since the beginning of recorded history,

Jesus,

Confucius,

Buddha,

Plato,

Aristotle,

Socrates,

Saint Francis,

We're all wrong.

But since you may sneer at the teachings of religious leaders,

Let's turn for advice to a couple of atheists.

First,

Let's take the late A.

E.

Hausman,

Professor at Cambridge University and one of the most distinguished scholars of his generation.

In 1936,

He gave an address at the Cambridge University on the name and nature of poetry.

In that address,

He declared that the greatest truth ever uttered and the most profound moral discovery of all time were these words of Jesus,

He that findeth his life shall lose it and he that looseth his life for my sake shall find it.

We have heard preachers say that all our lives,

But Hausman was an atheist,

A pessimist,

A man who contemplated suicide and yet he felt that the man who thought only of himself wouldn't get much out of life,

He would be miserable,

But the man who forgot himself in service to others would find the joy of living.

If you are not impressed by what A.

E.

Hausman said,

Let's turn for advice to the most distinguished American atheist of the 25th century,

Theodore Drazer.

Drazer ridiculed all religions as fairy tales and regarded life as a tale told by an idiot,

Full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Yet Drazer advocated the one great principle that Jesus taught,

Service to others.

If he is to extract any joy out of his span,

Drazer said,

He must think and plan to make things better not only for himself but for others,

Since joy for himself depends upon his joy in others and theirs in him.

If we are going to make things better for others,

As Drazer advocated,

Let's be quick about it.

Time is a-wasting.

I shall pass this way but once.

Therefore,

Any good that I can do,

Or any kindness that I can show,

Let me do it now.

Let me not defer nor neglect,

For I shall not pass this way again.

So if you want to banish worry and cultivate peace and happiness,

Here is rule number seven.

Forget yourself by becoming interested in others.

Every day do a good deed that will put a smile and joy on someone else's face.

Start for in a nutshell,

Seven ways to cultivate a mental attitude that will bring you peace and happiness.

Rule number one,

Let's fill our minds with thoughts of peace,

Courage,

Health and hope,

For our life is what our thoughts make it.

Rule number two,

Let's never try to get even with our enemies,

Because if we do,

We'll hurt ourselves far more than if we hurt them.

Let's do as General Eisenhower does,

Let's never waste a minute thinking about people we don't like.

Rule number three,

A,

Instead of worrying about ingratitude,

Let's expect it.

Let's remember that Jesus healed ten lepers in one day,

And only one thanked him.

Why should we expect more gratitude than Jesus got?

B,

Let's remember that the only way to find happiness is not to expect gratitude,

But to give for the joy of giving.

C,

Let's remember that gratitude is a cultivated trait,

So if we want our children to be grateful,

We must train them to be grateful.

Rule number four,

Count your blessings,

Not your troubles.

Rule number five,

Let's not imitate others,

Let's find ourselves and be ourselves,

For envy is ignorance,

And imitation is suicide.

Rule number six,

When fate hands us a lemon,

Let's try to make a lemonade.

And finally,

Rule number seven,

Let's forget our own unhappiness by trying to create a little happiness for others.

When you are good to others,

You are best to yourself.

And that's the end of our sleep story today.

Thank you for allowing me the precious gift of your time.

Until next time,

Sweet dreams.

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