How to Stop Worrying and Start Living

"Our thoughts make us what we are."

— Dale Carnegie, How to Stop Worrying and Start Living (1948)

Introduction

How to Stop Worrying and Start Living
Full title	How to Stop Worrying and Start Living: Time-Tested Methods for Conquering Worry
Author	Dale Carnegie
Language	English
Subject	Worry; Stress management; Personal development
Genre	Nonfiction; Self-help
Publisher	Simon & Schuster
Publication date	1948
Publication place	United States
Media type	Print (hardcover, paperback); e-book; audiobook
Pages	306
ISBN	978-0-671-03597-6
Goodreads rating	4.2/5  (as of 12 November 2025)
Website	simonandschuster.com

📘 How to Stop Worrying and Start Living is a self-help book by Dale Carnegie, first published in 1948 by Simon & Schuster and kept in print by Simon & Schuster’s Gallery Books imprint. The book presents practical, “time-tested” methods to reduce worry—clarifying problems, accepting worst-case outcomes, and practicing “day-tight compartments”—taught through case histories and step-by-step formulas. Its structure moves from fundamental facts and analysis to breaking the worry habit, cultivating resilient attitudes, handling criticism, and preventing fatigue, concluding with dozens of first-person “How I conquered worry” stories. In 1948 it topped the New York Times nonfiction list (e.g., 1 August and 19 September), and Time called it a “more practical guide” that displaced Peace of Mind at summer’s end. The publisher reports more than six million readers and notes the title was “updated for the first time in forty years” with a 320-page trade paperback on 5 October 2004.

Part I – Fundamental Facts You Should Know About Worry

Chapter 1 – Live in "Day-tight Compartments"

📦 In the spring of 1871, a medical student at the Montreal General Hospital read twenty-one words by Thomas Carlyle that steadied his nerves about exams and the future; that student, Sir William Osler, went on to organize the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, become Regius Professor of Medicine at Oxford, and be knighted. Forty-two years later at Yale University, he urged students to live in “day-tight compartments,” likening the mind to an ocean liner whose captain can shut iron doors to seal off sections at the touch of a button. The image is practical: close one door on “dead yesterdays,” another on “unborn tomorrows,” and steer only the present deck. He reinforced the habit with a daily start—ask for today’s bread, not tomorrow’s anxiety. The wartime publisher Arthur Hays Sulzberger found sleep again by taking only the next step, and an infantryman named Ted Bengermino, wrecked by combat fatigue and a spasmodic transverse colon, steadied himself by working “one grain of sand at a time.” A Saginaw, Michigan bookseller, Mrs. E. K. Shields, pulled back from suicide by living “just till bedtime” as she drove lonely rural routes. Detroit entrepreneur Edward S. Evans rebuilt after bank failure and debt by refusing to carry more than one day’s load. The pattern echoes philosophy and prayer alike—from Heraclitus’s river and carpe diem to Lowell Thomas’s framed Psalm and Kalidasa’s “Salutation to the Dawn”—but it lands in the same place: attend to this day. Shrinking the time horizon breaks the rumination loop that fuels worry and frees attention for work that can actually be done. Closing mental “bulkheads” also prevents switching back to regrets or catastrophes, protecting mood and performance so life can be lived now. Then you are safe-safe for today!

Chapter 2 – A Magic Formula for Solving Worry Situations

🪄 At the Engineers’ Club in New York, Willis H. Carrier described how, as a young Buffalo Forge engineer, he installed a gas-cleaning unit for Pittsburgh Plate Glass in Crystal City, Missouri, only to see it fail to meet the guarantee. Sick with worry, he made himself spell out the worst—perhaps a lost job and a $20,000 write-off—and then reconciled himself to accepting it if he must. Relief followed; with a clear head he ran tests, added $5,000 of equipment, and turned the threatened loss into a $15,000 gain. He distilled the method into three moves used for more than thirty years: analyze the worst that could happen, accept it mentally, then calmly improve upon it. A New York oil dealer facing blackmail applied the same steps: he accepted that publicity might ruin his firm, slept for the first time in days, went to the District Attorney, and saw the scheme collapse. Earl P. Haney, told an ulcer would kill him, accepted that verdict, bought a casket, sailed around the world through typhoons, ate and drank freely, and returned to America ninety pounds heavier and well. The sequence works because acceptance drains fear—the mental static that scatters attention—and turns dread into defined, improvable contingencies. By choosing the worst you can live with, you regain concentration and act on levers that move outcomes. From that time on, I was able to think.

Chapter 3 – What Worry May Do to You

⚠️ One evening in New York City, thousands of volunteers rang doorbells urging smallpox vaccination; hospitals, firehouses, police precincts, and factories opened stations, and more than two thousand doctors and nurses worked day and night—yet the trigger was only eight cases and two deaths in a city of almost eight million. No one rings doorbells for worry, though it destroys far more lives: in the United States, one in ten will suffer a nervous breakdown rooted in emotional conflict. Medical voices line up: Dr. Alexis Carrel warned that people who cannot fight worry die young; Dr. O. F. Gober of the Santa Fe system traced gastritis, ulcers, high blood pressure, and insomnia to mental strain; and Dr. W. C. Alvarez at the Mayo Clinic saw ulcers flare and subside with stress. A Mayo review of 15,000 stomach-disorder patients found four-fifths had no organic cause, and Harold C. Habein’s study of 176 executives (average age 44.3) reported that more than a third had high-tension disorders: heart disease, digestive ulcers, or high blood pressure. History shows how swiftly emotion can sicken and heal: Ulysses S. Grant’s blinding headache vanished the instant he read Lee’s surrender note, while Henry Morgenthau Jr. recorded dizziness from worry during a Treasury crisis. Worry even reaches teeth and thyroid—dentist William I. L. McGonigle described cavities erupting during a spouse’s illness, and specialists warn that an over-revved endocrine system can “burn itself out.” During the war years, combat killed roughly three hundred thousand Americans, while heart disease took two million civilians—about half from the kind fed by chronic tension. Naming the damage is a warning and an invitation: protect your health by protecting your inner climate. Calm attention interrupts the stress cascade, lowers the body’s “set-point” for alarm, and keeps effort where it can help. Those who keep the peace of their inner selves in the midst of the tumult of the modern city are immune from nervous diseases.

Part II – Basic Techniques in Analyzing Worry

Chapter 4 – How to Analyze and Solve Worry Problems

🔍 In 1942 Shanghai, Galen Litchfield—then manager of the Asia Life Insurance Company—was ordered by a Japanese “army liquidator,” an admiral, to help dispose of company assets; when a $750,000 block of Hong Kong securities was omitted from the schedule, the admiral raged and Litchfield feared being hauled to the Bridge House, the Japanese torture chamber. On a tense Sunday at the Shanghai YMCA, he sat at his typewriter and wrote two prompts—“What am I worrying about?” and “What can I do about it?”—then listed four concrete options with consequences: try to explain through an interpreter (risking fury), attempt escape (impossible), stay away from the office (inviting arrest), or go in as usual (two chances to avoid harm). He chose to go in; the admiral only glared, and six weeks later left for Tokyo. Litchfield later noted that half his worry evaporated once he reached a definite decision, and another forty percent disappeared when he began carrying it out, a habit he credited for his later success as Far Eastern director for Starr, Park and Freeman. The same discipline rests on careful thinking: Dean Herbert E. Hawkes of Columbia College warned that people suffer by deciding before they know enough, and Thomas Edison kept 2,500 notebooks to anchor decisions in facts. The practical flow is simple and repeatable: get the facts, analyze them on paper, decide, then act without second-guessing. Writing forces specificity, cools emotion, and shifts attention from rumination to controllable steps, which is why a plan chosen in cold print steadies the mind when pressure rises. A problem well stated is a problem half solved.

Chapter 5 – How to Eliminate Fifty Per Cent of Your Business Worries

📊 Leon Shimkin at Simon & Schuster describes spending nearly half of every workday for fifteen years in tense conferences that went in circles; eight years earlier he changed everything by refusing unstructured meetings and requiring anyone with a problem to submit a memo answering four questions. Each memorandum had to state the problem, its cause, all possible solutions, and the presenter’s recommended solution; once people did that, three-quarters of the time they no longer needed a meeting, and when they did, discussions took about one-third as long and moved in a straight line. He found that solutions often “popped out like a piece of bread from an electric toaster” once the thinking was done on paper. A parallel case came from insurance salesman Frank Bettger of Fidelity Mutual of Philadelphia, who audited a year of records and discovered that 70% of his sales closed on the first interview, 23% on the second, and only 7% on later visits that were eating half his day. He immediately stopped chasing beyond the second visit and redirected the time into new prospects, almost doubling the cash value of each call. The pattern is consistent: front-loading analysis cuts ambiguity, forces ownership of a best option, and frees time and emotional energy for execution. Turning worry into a written, structured decision path reduces noise and creates momentum toward results. Much less time is now consumed in the house of Simon and Schuster in worrying and talking about what is wrong; and a lot more action is obtained toward making those things right.

Part III – How to Break the Worry Habit Before it Breaks You

Chapter 6 – How to Crowd Worry Out of Your Mind

🧠 In a Carnegie evening class, a man identified as “Marion J. Douglas” told how grief shattered his life when his five-year-old daughter died, and ten months later a second baby girl lived only five days. Doctors offered pills and travel, but nothing eased the vise around his chest until his four-year-old son tugged at him one afternoon: “Daddy, will you build a boat for me?” Building the toy took three hours; for the first time in months, his mind grew quiet. He decided to stay busy on purpose, walking room to room and listing scores of repairs—bookcases, stair steps, storm windows, screens—and working through them until the habit of worry loosened. Longfellow did the same after tragedy, becoming both father and mother to his children, writing The Children’s Hour, translating Dante, and finding peace in purposeful action. Richard C. Cabot called work a medicine for “the trembling palsy of the soul,” and a businessman with insomnia proved it to himself by throwing fifteen- and sixteen-hour days at demanding tasks for three months until sleep returned. Evenings are danger hours, so make them a project—plans that absorb attention leave little room for brooding. Getting absorbed crowds out rumination, because the brain cannot hold a demanding, goal-directed task and self-focused worry at full strength at the same time. Choosing specific, useful work converts nervous energy into traction, which is how attention, mood, and sleep begin to normalize. I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

Chapter 7 – Don't Let the Beetles Get You Down

🪲 Robert Moore of 14 Highland Avenue, Maplewood, New Jersey, remembered March 1945 aboard the submarine Baya (SS-318) off Indochina: radar showed a convoy; three torpedoes misfired; a Japanese plane spotted the periscope; the minelayer turned and attacked. The crew rigged for depth charges, bolted hatches, and cut motors for silence; three minutes later six charges slammed them to the bottom at 276 feet—“knee-deep” water for a sub where anything under five hundred feet was almost always fatal. For fifteen hours the minelayer pounded; a charge within seventeen feet could hole the boat, and scores burst within fifty. Ordered to “secure,” Moore lay still, certain he would die, and in that terror recalled the petty things that used to consume him—bank hours, pay, a nagging boss, a scar on his forehead—and saw how small they were. That perspective shift is the point: people often endure real danger bravely, then let trifles gnaw at them. Admiral Richard E. Byrd noted the same at the Pole, where men bore −80°F and isolation yet quarreled over an inch of bunk space; Congressman Sabath and New York DA Frank S. Hogan traced half of marital and criminal misery to little slights; Eleanor Roosevelt learned to shrug off a bad meal. When attention is captured by a life-and-death frame, annoyances shrink to their true size; keeping that frame prevents small frictions from ruling mood and decisions. Training the mind to ignore “beetles” preserves relationships, judgment, and health for what actually matters. We often face the major disasters of life bravely-and then let the trifles, the "pains in the neck", get us down.

Chapter 8 – A Law That Will Outlaw Many of Your Worries

⚖️ A Missouri farm boy once cried while pitting cherries with his mother, afraid he would be buried alive; thunderstorms, hunger, hellfire, even an older boy threatening to cut off his “big ears” filled his mind with fears that never came to pass. The practical antidote is probability: Lloyd’s of London has made fortunes for two centuries by betting—via insurance—that the calamities people dread won’t happen, because the law of averages says they rarely do. Statistics deliver jolts of perspective: living from age fifty to fifty-five in peacetime kills as many per thousand as fought and died per thousand at Gettysburg among 163,000 soldiers. James A. Grant of 204 Franklin Street, New York City, used to torment himself over train wrecks and fallen bridges delaying his citrus cars—until he counted twenty-five thousand shipments and only five wrecks, with zero bridge collapses, a 5,000-to-1 safety ratio that calmed his stomach. The discipline is to quantify, not catastrophize: ask how many times it has actually happened, compute the odds, and then act as those odds warrant. Framing fear in numbers dissolves vague dreads and redirects effort to sensible protection instead of constant alarm. Letting the averages “do the worrying” frees attention for living while still covering real risks with proportionate safeguards. I decided then and there to let the law of averages do the worrying for me-and I have not been troubled with my "stomach ulcer" since!

Chapter 9 – Co-operate with the Inevitable

🤝 In an abandoned log house in northwest Missouri, a boy jumped from an attic windowsill and a ring on his left forefinger snagged a nail, tearing off the finger; after it healed, he refused to brood and simply got on with life. Years later in a New York office building, a freight-elevator operator whose left hand had been cut off at the wrist said he rarely thought of it—except when threading a needle. The same acceptance is carved in stone on a ruined fifteenth-century cathedral in Amsterdam: a Flemish inscription that reads, “It is so. It cannot be otherwise.” In Portland, Oregon, Elizabeth Connley received two War Department telegrams—first “missing in action,” then “dead”—about the nephew she loved most; a letter he had written urging her to “carry on” sent her back to work, to writing soldiers, and to night classes that rebuilt her days. Novelist Booth Tarkington met the disaster he most feared—blindness—and endured more than twelve eye operations in one year under local anesthetic, choosing gratitude for modern surgery and discovering he could still live fully in his mind. Businessmen voiced the same stance: J. C. Penney did his best and left results “in the laps of the gods,” Henry Ford let events handle themselves when he could not, and Chrysler’s K. T. Keller refused to predict an unknowable future. At seventy-one, the “divine” Sarah Bernhardt calmly told Professor Pozzi of Paris, “If it has to be, it has to be,” before a leg amputation, recited a scene to steady the staff, and then toured for another seven years. Jujitsu’s willow and the shock-absorbing tire teach the same lesson: bend and absorb, don’t resist and split. A Coast Guardsman supervising explosives at Caven Point, Bayonne, New Jersey, finally quieted terror by accepting the risk as inescapable, and fear ebbed. Acceptance quiets the inner conflict that fuels worry and frees energy for useful action; fighting what cannot be altered multiplies strain and wastes life. It is so. It cannot be otherwise.

Chapter 10 – Put a "Stop-Loss" Order on Your Worries

⛔ At 17 East 42nd Street in New York, investment counselor Charles Roberts recalled arriving from Texas with $20,000 of friends’ money, losing every cent, and then seeking out veteran speculator Burton S. Castles for a rule that would keep him in the market. Castles insisted on a stop-loss order for every purchase—buy at fifty, set the sell at forty-five—so losses capped at five points while winners could run ten, twenty-five, or fifty. Used consistently, the rule saved Roberts and his clients thousands, and he began putting “stop-loss orders” on life’s irritations too: a chronically late lunch companion got exactly ten minutes before the engagement was “sold down the river.” When a manuscript titled The Blizzard drew only icy rejections after two years’ work in inflation-wracked Europe, the years were written off as a noble experiment and attention shifted to work that mattered. Benjamin Franklin’s childhood mistake—overpaying for a toy whistle—became his lifelong reminder not to pay too much for anything in life. Gilbert and Sullivan, despite Pinafore and The Mikado, paid far too much for a quarrel over a carpet, fighting in court and bowing in opposite directions on the same stage; Lincoln chose better, saying a man doesn’t have time to spend half his life in quarrels and refusing to remember the past against anyone who ceased attacking. A farm aunt who nursed a grudge for fifty years and Lev and Sonya Tolstoy with their dueling diaries show how resentments exact a ruinous premium. The practical move is to price the worry, set a hard limit, and refuse to pay beyond it. The cost of a thing is the amount of what I call life, which is required to be exchanged for it immediately or in the long run.

Chapter 11 – Don't Try to Saw Sawdust

🪚 Dinosaur tracks embedded in shale—purchased from the Peabody Museum of Yale University with a curator’s letter dating them to 180 million years—show that revising those prints is as impossible as undoing what happened three minutes ago. The only constructive use of the past is to analyze mistakes and harvest the lesson; brooding adds nothing but insomnia and a repeat performance. Allen Saunders of 939 Woodycrest Avenue, Bronx, learned that in Mr. Brandwine’s hygiene class at George Washington High School, New York, when the teacher smashed a milk bottle into a sink—“Don’t cry over spilt milk!”—then made the class stare at the wreckage so the message would stick. Fred Fuller Shedd, editor of the Philadelphia Bulletin, asked graduates if anyone had ever sawed sawdust to show the futility of rehashing finished events. Connie Mack, at eighty-one, said he had quit worrying over lost games because you can’t grind grain with water that has already gone down the creek. After losing to Gene Tunney, Jack Dempsey took the blow on the chin and poured his energy into the Jack Dempsey Restaurant on Broadway, the Great Northern Hotel on 57th Street, promotions, and exhibitions, later saying he enjoyed those years more than his championship. Even at Sing Sing, Warden Lewis E. Lawes watched prisoners who raged at first settle down, like the gardener who sang over vegetables and flowers, once they wrote off what couldn’t be undone. The harvest of yesterday is a lesson; everything else is noise that steals today’s work and peace. Don't try to saw sawdust.

Part IV – Seven Ways to Cultivate A Mental Attitude That Will Bring You Peace and Happiness

Chapter 12 – Eight Words That Can Transform Your Life

🗣️ In London and beyond, Lowell Thomas rode a wave of public lectures—“With Allenby in Palestine and Lawrence in Arabia”—so popular that Covent Garden postponed the opera season for six weeks; when bad luck later left him broke in London, he stayed outwardly buoyant, borrowing from the artist James McBey and starting each day with a flower in his buttonhole as he strode down Oxford Street. The point was not pretense but direction: choose thoughts that steady action rather than feed defeat. A British psychiatrist, J. A. Hadfield, showed how attitude alters even strength: men gripping a dynamometer averaged 101 pounds under normal conditions, sagged to 29 pounds when hypnotically told they were weak, and surged to 142 pounds when told they were strong. The distinction between concern and worry clarifies the practice—cross a traffic-jammed New York street with alert care, not anxious rumination. Montaigne’s motto—“A man is not hurt so much by what happens, as by his opinion of what happens”—and Emerson’s “A man is what he thinks about all day long” push the same way. Eight words from a Roman emperor make the rule unmistakable. Thinking shapes feeling, and feeling guides behavior; by choosing thoughts that support agency, people regain focus, sleep, and courage. This is not denial of problems but a disciplined refusal to let useless fear occupy the mind. ‘‘Our life is what our thoughts make it.’’

Chapter 13 – The High Cost of Getting Even

💸 In Yellowstone Park, tourists watched a grizzly bear lumber into the lights to eat hotel garbage while Major Martindale explained that the only animal the grizzly allowed beside him was a skunk—a creature he could kill with a swipe but didn’t, because experience had taught him it didn’t pay. Revenge doesn’t pay either: a Milwaukee Police Department bulletin warned citizens to cross selfish abusers off their list instead of “getting even,” and Life magazine linked chronic resentment to chronic hypertension and heart trouble. Spokane police records tell of William Falkaber, a sixty-eight-year-old café owner who literally died of rage over a cook drinking coffee from a saucer. Shakespeare cautioned, “Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot / That it do singe yourself,” while a Swedish businessman softened by a “soft answer” after George Rona replied to his insult with thanks and self-improvement. John Eisenhower noted that his father never wasted a minute thinking about people he didn’t like, and Laurence Jones—almost lynched in Mississippi in 1918—saved his life by speaking only for his school’s cause, ending with a collection from the very men who had come to hang him. The thread is practical physiology as much as ethics: anger taxes the heart, ruins sleep, and blurs judgment, while forgiveness preserves health and opens doors that force cannot. Choosing to drop retaliation safeguards energy for work that matters and disarms needless enemies. When you try to get even, you hurt yourself more than you hurt the other fellow.

Chapter 14 – If You Do This, You Will Never Worry About Ingratitude

💌 A Texas businessman still burned eleven months after giving thirty-four employees $10,000 in Christmas bonuses—about $300 each—and receiving not one thank-you; he was poisoning one of his few remaining years with bitterness. Perspective helps: Samuel Leibowitz saved seventy-eight men from the electric chair and received no Christmas cards; Christ healed ten lepers and only one returned; Andrew Carnegie’s relative cursed a million-dollar bequest because $365 million went to charity. Marcus Aurelius prepared himself each morning to meet the selfish and ungrateful without surprise, and the lesson is to stop expecting gratitude and give for the joy of giving. A woman in New York drove family away by demanding appreciation; what she wanted was love, but she called it “gratitude,” and her reproaches guaranteed she got neither. Gratitude grows when cultivated: parents who model and name kindness raise thankful children, as shown by Aunt Viola Alexander of 144 West Minnehaha Parkway, Minneapolis, who cared for two elderly mothers and six children; decades later her grown children competed to host her—not from duty, but from love absorbed in childhood. The rule is simple: accept human nature, release the ledger, and turn outward to service. Doing so ends the worry loop over others’ reactions and restores peace to the giver. It is natural for people to forget to be grateful; so, if we go around expecting gratitude, we are headed straight for a lot of heartaches.

Chapter 15 – Would You Take a Million Dollars for What You Have?

💎 In 1934 on West Dougherty Street in Webb City, Missouri, Harold Abbott—then a bankrupt grocer headed to the Merchants and Miners Bank to borrow train fare to Kansas City—met a man with no legs rolling himself along on a wooden platform with roller-skate wheels, pushing with blocks of wood and greeting strangers with a bright “Good morning.” The sight snapped Abbott out of self-pity; if that man could smile without legs, he could walk into the bank with courage, ask for $200 instead of $100, and start again. Perspective kept arriving in harsher places: Captain Eddie Rickenbacker, after twenty-one days adrift on life rafts in the Pacific, decided that having water and food was reason enough never to complain. A Guadalcanal sergeant, throat torn by shrapnel and kept alive by seven transfusions, wrote his doctor two questions—would he live, would he talk—and, reassured on both, found his worries fall away. Cheerfulness, Jonathan Swift quipped, is a physician—“Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman”—and the chapter tallies assets no money could buy: eyes, legs, hands, hearing, children, family. John Palmer of 30 19th Avenue, Paterson, New Jersey, stopped poisoning his home with grumbling after a one-armed, battle-scarred employee reminded him how much he still possessed. Counting blessings shifts attention from imagined losses to real resources and next actions; gratitude quiets rumination and restores initiative. When value is measured by what remains, not what is missing, worry shrinks and resolve returns. Then what in hell am I worrying about?

Chapter 16 – Find Yourself and Be Yourself: Remember There Is No One Else on Earth Like You

🪞 Edith Allred of Mount Airy, North Carolina, grew up shy and ashamed—“wide will wear while narrow will tear,” her mother said, dressing her to hide—then, as an adult, overacted in public and sank toward suicide. A chance remark from her mother-in-law—“I always insisted on their being themselves”—turned the key; she studied her strengths, learned what colors and styles suited her, joined a small group, spoke despite fear, and slowly built a life she actually liked. Hiring proves the point: Socony-Vacuum’s employment director Paul Boynton, after interviewing more than sixty thousand applicants, said the biggest mistake is trying to be what you think a boss wants—nobody wants a phony. A nightclub singer with buck teeth quit hiding them, opened her mouth, and discovered the “flaw” could become her signature. Irving Berlin once warned a young musician not to take a tempting job that would make him a second-rate Berlin; staying himself led, in time, to a first-rate Gershwin. Even Charlie Chaplin advanced only when he stopped imitating a fashionable German comic and leaned into his own tramp. Dale Carnegie himself wasted years imitating actors and compiling a synthetic textbook before scrapping it and writing from his own classroom experience. Authenticity reduces strain and second-guessing; when behavior matches identity, attention frees up for craft, relationships, and steady work. Pretending drains energy and breeds worry, while being yourself creates coherence that compounds into confidence. Be the best of whatever you are!

Chapter 17 – If You Have a Lemon, Make a Lemonade

🍋 At the University of Chicago, Chancellor Robert Maynard Hutchins said he coped with setbacks by a line Julius Rosenwald had often used at Sears, Roebuck and Co.: turn every lemon into lemonade. Thelma Thompson of 100 Morningside Drive, New York City, tested that in wartime: left alone in a shack near the Mojave Desert in New Mexico—125°F heat, wind, sand in food and air—she wanted to flee, until two remembered lines (“Two men looked out from prison bars…”) pushed her to look for “stars.” She befriended Native weavers and potters, explored Joshua trees and yuccas, studied prairie dogs and desert sunsets, hunted ancient seashells—and ended up writing a published novel, Bright Ramparts. A Florida farmer did the same with rattlesnakes: when nothing else would grow, he built a rattlesnake farm that drew twenty thousand tourists a year, sold skins for handbags, and shipped venom for antitoxin from a town renamed “Rattlesnake, Florida.” In Atlanta, Ben Fortson, paralyzed in a car accident at twenty-four, quit raging, read at least 1,400 books in fourteen years, learned to love symphonies, and said life became richer than he’d imagined. Al Smith, a poor newsboy turned ill-prepared legislator, studied sixteen hours a day to turn ignorance into expertise and became, to the New York Times, “the best-loved citizen of New York.” Reframing hardship into a project redirects thought from backward-looking complaint to forward-moving work; action replaces self-pity, and energy returns. Even when results are uncertain, the attempt itself creates momentum and morale. When you have a lemon, make lemonade.

Chapter 18 – How To Cure Melancholy In Fourteen Days

🌤️ A two-hundred-dollar contest for true accounts of conquering worry drew judges Eddie Rickenbacker of Eastern Air Lines, Dr. Stewart W. McClelland of Lincoln Memorial University, and radio analyst H. V. Kaltenborn. One co-winner, C. R. Burton of Whizzer Motor Sales of Missouri, Inc., 1067 Commercial Street, Springfield, Missouri, described a childhood blasted by desertion and a fatal accident, then a rescue by Mr. and Mrs. Loftin on a farm eleven miles from town. Mocked as an “orphan brat,” he first held his fists but kept Mr. Loftin’s rule—walk away from fights—and then followed Mrs. Loftin’s counsel to get interested in others. He studied hard, wrote classmates’ themes and debates, tutored, and spent two years cutting wood and tending stock for widows, so that when he returned from the Navy more than two hundred farmers came to see him, some driving eighty miles. The pattern repeats: Dr. Frank Loope of Seattle, bed-ridden with arthritis for twenty-three years, adopted the motto “Ich dien”—“I serve”—organized a letter-writing club, founded the Shut-in Society, and wrote roughly fourteen hundred encouraging letters a year to other invalids. Alfred Adler, describing melancholia as a kind of long-continued reproach, gave a blunt prescription and a timetable. Mrs. William T. Moon on Fifth Avenue tested it the day before Christmas: she boarded a random bus, slipped into an empty church to “Silent Night,” woke to two orphans at the tree, bought them refreshments and small gifts, and found her loneliness dissolve. In Honolulu, the invalid novelist Margaret Tayler Yates answered Red Cross calls after Pearl Harbor, directing families to shelter until she forgot herself back into health and never returned to her sickbed. Outward focus replaces brooding, building purpose and bonds that crowd worry out. Small, daily acts of service train attention away from self and create momentum toward a steadier, more hopeful life. “Try to think every day how you can please someone.”

Part V – The Perfect Way to Conquer Worry

Chapter 19 – How My Mother And Father Conquered Worry

👪 On a small Missouri farm, a former country schoolteacher and her husband, once a farm hand at twelve dollars a month, worked sixteen-hour days yet lived under debts and floods. The 102 River rolled over their corn and hayfields six years out of seven, and hog cholera forced them to burn animals, leaving the pungent odor of burning hog flesh. Cash came only when hogs were sold; butter and eggs were traded for flour, sugar, and coffee; a single Fourth-of-July ten-cent coin felt like the Indies. After a doctor said the father had six months to live and a banker in Maryville threatened foreclosure, he stopped his team on a bridge over the 102 and stared down, weighing suicide. He did not jump because his wife believed with a radiant steadiness that loving God and keeping His commandments would bring them through; he lived forty-two more years and died in 1941. Nights ended with a Bible chapter, then the family knelt and prayed, and her voice lifted the hymn “Peace, peace, wonderful peace.” Later study of science and comparative religion shook old doctrines, and faith lapsed into agnosticism amid vast thoughts of dinosaurs, a cooling sun, and blind force. Yet the return was not to creeds but to practice—a new concept of religion measured by what it does: gives zest, direction, and health, and creates “an oasis of peace amidst the whirling sands of life.” Trust and daily ritual steadied minds that had every reason to break, transmuting disaster into endurance. By anchoring attention to something larger than the self, faith transformed worry into work, gratitude, and courage. “Of course, the sovereign cure for worry is religious faith.”

Part VI – How to Keep From Worrying about Criticism

Chapter 20 – Remember That No One Ever Kicks A Dead Dog

🐕 In 1929, learned men converged on Chicago to see Robert Maynard Hutchins, only thirty, inaugurated as president of the University of Chicago, then the fourth-richest university in America, as critics mocked the “boy wonder” for youth and ideas. When a friend mentioned a scorching editorial, his father answered that no one ever kicks a dead dog. The instinct showed itself in a naval college when cadets admitted they had jostled the fourteen-year-old Prince of Wales so they could later boast that they had kicked the King. People denounce the successful to taste importance: even General William Booth was smeared with absurd claims that he had stolen millions from the poor. Crowds once hissed George Washington in the streets, and a cartoon placed him under a ready guillotine. Admiral Robert E. Peary reached the North Pole on 6 April 1909, lost eight toes to frostbite, feared for his sanity, and still suffered accusations from jealous superiors that he had been “lying around and loafing in the Arctic” until President William McKinley intervened. Within six weeks of a decisive victory that electrified the North, Ulysses S. Grant was arrested and stripped of his army, weeping with humiliation. The more you matter, the more arrows find you; unjust criticism is praise on its head and a reliable index of impact. Treat it as weather and keep moving. Remember that no one ever kicks a dead dog.

Chapter 21 – Do This—and Criticism Can't Hurt You

🛡️ As First Lady in Washington, Eleanor Roosevelt remembered asking her aunt—Theodore Roosevelt’s sister, known as “Auntie Bye”—how to face the constant sniping; the advice she clung to was to act according to her conscience even when critics howled. Executives like Matthew C. Brush of American International Corporation at 40 Wall Street described learning to stop placating every detractor and to focus on doing solid work. Composer–commentator Deems Taylor read a listener’s letter calling him “a liar, a traitor, a snake and a moron,” then defused it with humor on air. Charles M. Schwab said he adopted an old German’s motto—“just laugh”—as a shield against petty attacks. Lincoln, buried under wartime abuse, refused to answer every broadside, deciding instead to do “the very best” he knew and let results speak. The pattern is clear across public life: respond to facts, not to malice; conserve energy for the task, not the taunt. Taking criticism as data separates useful feedback from noise, while refusing to chase every insult prevents distraction and emotional exhaustion. The psychological move is cognitive triage: appraise the source and intent, ignore unjust attacks, and channel attention toward controllable actions. In practice that means setting a personal rule—do the work well, and let the rain of unfair criticism run off. Just laugh.

Chapter 22 – Fool Things I Have Done

🤦 A private “FTD”—Fool Things I Have Done—folder records blunders that began years earlier and still disciplines thinking. King Saul’s confession—“I have played the fool and have erred exceedingly”—and Napoleon’s late admission that no one but himself was to blame normalize self-critique. H. P. Howell, who rose from a country-store clerk to chairman at 56 Wall Street, reserved Saturday nights to review his engagement book, listing mistakes, what went right, and what to improve; he credited this weekly audit with more progress than anything else he tried. Benjamin Franklin tracked thirteen virtues nightly and waged weeklong bouts against a single weakness, a two-year experiment that hardened self-command. Elbert Hubbard joked that everyone is “a damn fool” for at least five minutes a day, while Walt Whitman urged learning from those who rejected or opposed you. Charles Darwin, anticipating backlash to The Origin of Species, spent fifteen years attacking his own manuscript—checking data, challenging reasoning, revising conclusions—before publishing. Lincoln modeled teachable humility when Edward Stanton called him “a damned fool”; instead of flaring up, Lincoln heard him out, saw he was wrong, and withdrew the order. The throughline is deliberate self-appraisal: record errors, invite frank criticism, and treat censure as a mirror rather than a wound. This works because it converts ego threat into information, replacing defensiveness with a repeatable feedback loop that compounds into judgment and resilience. If Stanton said I was a damned fool, then I must be, for he is nearly always right.

Part VII – Six Ways to Prevent Fatigue and Worry and Keep Your Energy and Spirits High

Chapter 23 – How to Add One Hour a Day to Your Waking Life

⏰ The U.S. Army learned by repeated field tests that even hardened troops march farther by throwing down their packs and resting ten minutes of every hour, so it made rest mandatory. Physiologist Walter B. Cannon of Harvard explained why the rule scales: at seventy beats per minute, the human heart actually rests about fifteen hours out of twenty-four—brief pauses that make decades of output possible. Dr. Edmund Jacobson of the University of Chicago’s Laboratory for Clinical Physiology showed that emotional tension cannot coexist with full muscular relaxation, turning rest into a clinical antidote to worry. Winston Churchill in World War II worked immense days by working from bed each morning and taking planned afternoon and evening sleeps, preventing fatigue rather than treating it. John D. Rockefeller habitually napped thirty minutes at noon, unavailable to anyone—including the President—during his daily reset. Daniel W. Josselyn summarized the biology: rest is repair; even a five-minute nap can restore enough energy to carry you through a double-header, as baseball legend Connie Mack observed. The lesson is not idleness but cadence: short, regular intervals of recovery keep performance high and mood stable. By resting before tiredness peaks, you blunt worry’s foothold, conserve attention, and effectively lengthen the usable day. Let me repeat: do what the Army does-take frequent rests. Do what your heart does-rest before you get tired, and you will add one hour a day to your waking life.

Chapter 24 – What Makes You Tired-and What You Can Do About It

😴 A set of laboratory tests showed something counterintuitive: blood flowing through an active brain carried no “fatigue toxins,” even after long hours of effort, while the blood of a day laborer did show fatigue products, meaning the brain itself was not wearing out from thinking. Psychiatrists J. A. Hadfield and A. A. Brill connected tiredness instead to emotional factors such as boredom, resentment, anxiety, and worry, which tighten muscles and drain energy throughout the day. A Metropolitan Life Insurance Company leaflet added a practical reminder that a tense muscle is a working muscle, urging readers to “ease up” during routine tasks. Adopt concrete relaxation practices: read David Harold Fink’s guidance, relax in odd moments, and keep a limp “reminder” nearby, like a desk sock or a dozing cat. Singers such as Amelita Galli-Curci prepared the same way, letting the lower jaw hang loose before stepping on stage to prevent fatigue. Comfort matters too: arrange a chair and desk that don’t force unnecessary effort, and pause several times a day to notice any wasted motion. At day’s end, evaluate tiredness not as a badge of honor but as feedback about inefficient tension. Daniel W. Josselyn judged progress by how tired he was not, a mental shift that reframed productivity and protected health. The throughline is clear: emotional tension, not mental work, quietly burns up reserves; deliberate relaxation breaks that cycle and restores capacity. Treat relaxation as a skill practiced in tiny intervals, so calm, efficient effort replaces constant strain. The brain is utterly tireless.

Chapter 25 – How the Housewife Can Avoid Fatigue-and Keep Looking Young

🧖 In 1930 at the Boston Dispensary, physician Joseph H. Pratt launched a weekly Class in Applied Psychology—formerly the “Thought Control Class”—after noticing many women with real pain but no discoverable physical disease; the common culprit was worry. The clinic paired medical exams with practical mind–body training to reduce anxiety-driven symptoms like headaches, backaches, and chronic exhaustion. Its director, Professor Paul E. Johnson, led relaxation sessions so effective that newcomers could feel drowsy within minutes simply by loosening muscles and breathing slowly. The program encouraged social connection too: get genuinely interested in neighbors, turn curiosity into conversation, and replace isolation with friendly routines that lift mood and vitality. To tame the feeling of being chased by chores, participants wrote next-day schedules each evening, which increased output, reduced hurry, and left time to “primp.” Short home practices reinforced the changes: lie flat on the floor for brief resets, sit like a “seated Egyptian statue” when resting, tense and release muscles from toes to neck, and smooth frown lines while breathing rhythmically. Even small acts of self-care mattered; knowing one looks presentable often quieted jangling nerves. The class proved that systematic relaxation, structure, and community interrupt the worry–tension loop that ages the face and exhausts the body. Build your day around brief, repeatable calming drills and a simple plan, and energy returns. Yes, you, as a housewife, have got to relax!

Chapter 26 – Four Good Working Habits That Will Help Prevent Fatigue and Worry

🧰 The first habit begins at the desk: Roland L. Williams of the Chicago and North-Western Railway advised clearing everything except the immediate problem, a move that reduces strain and errors. The Library of Congress ceiling drives the point home with five painted words from Alexander Pope, and the chapter adds a cautionary tale of a publisher whose clutter hid a typewriter for two years. Physicians such as Dr. John H. Stokes linked such visual overload to tension, high blood pressure, and ulcers, showing that disorder doesn’t just slow work—it damages health. Habit two is doing things in the order of their importance; habit three is deciding promptly when you have enough facts, a practice H. P. Howell used to transform long, indecisive U.S. Steel board meetings into clean dockets and calm evenings. Habit four asks executives to organize, deputize, and supervise; refusing to delegate invites a lifetime of hurry and premature heart trouble. Each story anchors the same pattern: remove competing demands from your immediate field of action, rank what remains, decide without dithering, and let others carry defined responsibilities. Fatigue often comes less from volume than from ambiguity and accumulation, so structure is an antidote to worry as well as to waste. With a tidy workflow and clear decisions, attention relaxes and stamina improves. Order is Heaven’s first law.

Chapter 27 – How to Banish the Boredom That Produces Fatigue, Worry, and Resentment

🎯 Alice, a neighborhood stenographer, dragged home one evening with a headache and backache and could barely face dinner; one phone call inviting her to a dance sent her racing upstairs for her Alice-blue dress, and the “fatigue” vanished. Joseph E. Barmack, Ph.D., reported in the Archives of Psychology that dull tasks slow the body—blood pressure and oxygen consumption drop—and that interest quickly reverses those readings as metabolism lifts. In the Canadian Rockies near Lake Louise, hours of bushwhacking along Corral Creek felt light because the chase for six cut-throat trout made effort exhilarating even at seven thousand feet. In July 1943 the Canadian Alpine Club trained the Prince of Wales Rangers; after fifteen hours on glaciers and cliff faces in the Little Yoho Valley, commando-trained soldiers collapsed while older guides, absorbed by the climb, stayed up trading stories. A Tulsa oil-company stenographer beat tedium by turning lease forms into a daily race against her own tally, soon leading her division. Vallie G. Golden of Elmhurst, Illinois, began retyping “as if” she enjoyed it and found her speed up, overtime down, and temper cooled. A lathe hand named Sam made a contest of bolt-turning and later became Baldwin Locomotive Works president Samuel Vauclain. In Paris, H. V. Kaltenborn sold stereoscopic machines without speaking French by memorizing his pitch, taping it inside his hat, and giving himself a pep talk at each door—earning $5,000 and converting drudgery into adventure. These cases show that energy follows interest: reframing a job as a game, acting engaged, and coaching oneself aloud drain the boredom that breeds resentment and worry. When attention shifts from resenting the task to shaping it, effort feels lighter and fatigue proves as much emotion as exertion. By thinking the right thoughts, you can make any job less distasteful.

Chapter 28 – How to Keep from Worrying About Insomnia

🌙 Samuel Untermyer, an international lawyer who seldom slept soundly, used wakeful hours at the College of the City of New York to study, later dictated letters at five a.m., earned a $1,000,000 fee in 1931, and lived to eighty-one by refusing to fret about sleep. Sleep authority Dr. Nathaniel Kleitman observed he had never known anyone to die of insomnia and that poor sleepers commonly underestimate how much they actually sleep. Herbert Spencer once declared he hadn’t slept a wink in a shared hotel room, while Oxford’s Professor Archibald Sayce—kept awake by Spencer’s snoring—knew better. In the First World War, Paul Kern took a bullet through the frontal lobe and thereafter could not fall asleep, yet he worked, rested quietly with eyes closed, and remained healthy for years. The first requisite for rest is a sense of security; physician Thomas Hyslop told the British Medical Association that prayer calms nerves and steadies the night. For a practical routine, David Harold Fink advised “talking to your body,” placing a pillow under the knees and small pillows under the arms, relaxing jaw and eyelids, and repeating “let go” until drowsiness arrives. Neurologist Foster Kennedy noticed utterly exhausted soldiers’ eyes rolled upward during coma-like sleep and found that imitating that position triggered yawns and sleepiness. Psychologist Henry C. Link once told a suicidal insomniac to run around the block until he dropped; within three nights the man slept deeply and soon regained his desire to live. The pattern is clear: sleeplessness harms far less than the anxiety about it, and simple rituals that relax the body or redirect the mind break the vicious circle. Treat wakefulness as usable time or as a cue to unwind, and sleep returns as a by-product, not a demand. "Let God-and let go."

Part X – "How I Conquered Worry"

Chapter 29 – Six Major Troubles Hit Me All at Once

💥 In the summer of 1943 the proprietor of Blackwood-Davis Business College in Oklahoma City felt six blows: a school threatened by wartime labor shifts, a son in service, a home slated for airport appropriation, a dry well with livestock to water by hand, bald tires and only a B petrol card, and no money for a daughter’s college. He typed the list, filed it, and eighteen months later found it again—and not one disaster had arrived. The school had not closed; his son was safe. Oil discovered within a mile of the farm made the airport project prohibitive, and he kept his home. With the threat gone, he drilled deeper and struck a steady water supply. By recapping and careful driving, the old tires survived. Sixty days before term, an auditing job appeared and paid for his daughter’s tuition. Writing down the worst clarified what was and wasn’t controllable; time and events quietly dissolved fears that rumination had magnified. Most worries never materialize, and the few that do can be faced better without the panic that wastes today. Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

Chapter 30 – I Can Turn Myself into a Shouting Optimist Within an Hour

📣 Roger W. Babson of Babson Park, Wellesley Hills, Massachusetts, lays out a ritual he uses whenever gloom sets in: he steps into his library, closes his eyes, and pulls at random from a shelf of history, whether Prescott’s Conquest of Mexico or Suetonius’s Lives of the Twelve Caesars. With his eyes still shut, he opens the book, then reads for an hour, letting centuries of war, famine, pestilence, and cruelty pour across the page. The parade of calamities reframes the present; however bad things look now, they are “infinitely better” than most of the past. The exercise widens his time horizon and shrinks his problems to size, restoring proportion and steadying his nerves. Perspective, not pep talks, does the work: by seeing that civilization has always tottered and somehow endured, he stops treating today’s news as unprecedented doom. The practice is simple and repeatable, requiring no special mood—only shelves, a chair, and printed memory. Reading like this turns worry into context and context into calm action. The hour is enough to move him from agitation to capacity, ready to handle what the day actually asks. When I find myself depressed over present conditions, I can, within one hour, banish worry and turn myself into a shouting optimist.

Chapter 31 – How I Got Rid of an Inferiority Complex

🧍‍♂️ Elmer Thomas, later a United States Senator from Oklahoma, remembers being fifteen, six feet two inches tall and only 118 pounds, taunted as “hatchet-face” and hiding in a farmhouse half a mile off the road, ringed by virgin timber. His mother, a former teacher, urged him to make his living with his mind, so he trapped skunk, mink, and raccoon one winter, sold the hides for four dollars, bought two pigs, and sold them in the fall for forty dollars to fund school. At Central Normal College in Danville, Indiana, he paid $1.40 a week for board and fifty cents for a room, wearing a brown shirt his mother sewed and his father’s loose congress gaiter shoes. After eight weeks he earned a six-month third-grade teaching certificate and took a job from a country board at a place called Happy Hollow, then used his first paycheck to buy “store clothes” he wasn’t ashamed to wear. The turning point came at the Putnam County Fair in Bainbridge, Indiana, where, after rehearsing a memorized speech—“The Fine and Liberal Arts of America”—to trees and cows, he won first prize. The crowd cheered, the local papers prophesied great things, and the award included a year’s scholarship to Central Normal. He split the next years between teaching and studying at DePauw University, waiting tables, tending furnaces, mowing lawns, and hauling gravel, then debated Butler College in 1899 on electing senators by popular vote and, by fifty, reached the Senate himself. Action crowded out self-consciousness: small wins built confidence, and purposeful work redirected attention away from rumination toward growth. Matching effort to opportunity—however humble—converted humiliation into momentum that compounded over decades. I would have been a failure in life if I had let those worries and fears whip me.

Chapter 32 – I Lived in the Garden of Allah

🏝️ R. V. C. Bodley—born in Paris to English parents, educated at Eton and Sandhurst, a British officer in India and veteran of the First World War—left post-war politics in 1918 and went to the Sahara for seven years to live with Arab nomads. He learned their language, wore their clothes, kept sheep, slept on the ground, and studied Islam, later writing The Messenger about Muhammad. Disillusioned by the Paris Peace Conference, he had taken T. E. Lawrence’s two-minute counsel to “live in the desert,” then discovered why his hosts rarely worried: they practiced calm acceptance—“mektoub,” it is written—without surrendering to passivity. During a three-day sirocco that blew Sahara sand as far as the Rhône Valley, they slaughtered lambs to save the ewes and drove the flocks to water, working without complaint. When a tire blew and the spare was unmended, then the gasoline ran out, no one raged; they said “mektoub” and walked on, singing. The simplicity of desert life—no frantic timetables, no needless tempers—kept minds unharried and bodies well. Looking back seventeen years later, he saw how events beyond his control had shaped his life and how adopting the Arabs’ resignation to the inevitable quieted his nerves better than any tonic. Acceptance paired with prompt, sensible action replaced agitation with peace and left energy for what could still be done. That philosophy has done more to settle my nerves than a thousand sedatives could have achieved.

Chapter 33 – Five Methods I Have Used to Banish Worry

🧹 At twenty-four, William Lyon Phelps of Yale lost the use of his eyes for reading, consulting oculists in New Haven and New York and sitting in a dark corner after 4 p.m., afraid his teaching career was over. One night he faced blazing gas-ring lights during a thirty-minute student address yet felt no pain while speaking, only to have it return as soon as he stopped. Crossing the Atlantic years later, a shipboard lecture similarly chased away the stiffness of acute lumbago—proof to him that focused excitement could overrule bodily distress. He resolved to live with enthusiasm, rising eager for his first class and even writing a book called The Excitement of Teaching. During a prolonged breakdown at fifty-nine, he crowded out worry by reading David Alec Wilson’s monumental Life of Carlyle until absorption displaced gloom. When depression struck again, he forced daily exertion—five or six hard sets of tennis in the morning, eighteen holes of golf in the afternoon, and dancing until one in the morning—sweating out anxiety. He refused to hurry, quoting Connecticut governor Wilbur Cross’s practice of sitting down to smoke his pipe for an hour when swamped. He also shrank problems by asking how they would look in two months, and then adopting that cooler attitude now. The pattern is simple: direct attention outward, keep the body vigorously engaged, and refuse frantic pace or magnified fears. All three—focus, movement, and perspective—break worry’s loop and restore energy for useful work. I live every day as if it were the first day I had ever seen and the last I were going to see.

Chapter 34 – I Stood Yesterday. I Can Stand Today.

🧗 Dorothy Dix speaks from poverty, sickness, and years of exhaustion, looking back on a battlefield of wrecked dreams and broken hopes and noting how often she worked past her strength. She refuses self-pity and measures trivial irritations—forgotten doilies under finger bowls or soup spilled by a cook—against disasters that once toppled her happiness. She lowers her expectations of people so small betrayals and gossip do not steal her peace. Tears have, in her phrase, washed her eyes clear, giving her a broad, sympathetic vision that makes her a “little sister to all the world.” From the “University of Hard Knocks” she learns not to borrow trouble and to live one day at a time. The menace lies in the imagined future, yet when real trials arrive, strength and wisdom also arrive on time. Humor becomes armor: when she can laugh instead of yielding to hysteria, nothing can hurt her much again. Experience has touched life at every point, and she counts the price worth paying because it taught her to be steady in storms. The practical practice is “day-tight” living: keep attention within today’s walls and let tomorrow’s problems wait. I stood yesterday. I can stand today. And I will not permit myself to think about what might happen tomorrow.

Chapter 35 – I Did Not Expect to Live to See the Dawn

🌅 J. C. Penney recounts a crisis years after his stores were thriving, when personal commitments made before the 1929 crash left him blamed for what he did not control. Sleepless and tormented, he developed shingles and entered the Kellogg Sanatorium in Battle Creek, Michigan, under the care of Dr. Elmer Eggleston, a high-school friend from Hamilton, Missouri. Rigid treatment failed; he weakened day by day and lost even a ray of hope. One night he wrote farewell letters to his wife and son, convinced he would die before dawn. Morning came, and downstairs a small chapel service was singing “God Will Take Care of You.” He listened, heard Scripture and prayer, and felt as if lifted from dungeon darkness into brilliant sunlight, realizing he had been the source of his turmoil and that help stood near. From that moment, worry loosened its grip. The lesson is surrender to something larger than fear: when anxiety has narrowed all options, a change in belief can unbolt the door and let daylight in. God will take care of you.

Chapter 36 – I Go to the Gym to Punch the Bag or Take a Hike Outdoors

🥊 Colonel Eddie Eagan counters worry by moving his body: when his mind starts racing, he heads to the gym to work the punching bag or takes a hard hike outdoors. The shift into vigorous motion shrinks problems to size as fresh actions smooth down what felt like mountains. He keeps the remedy simple and repeatable, choosing physical tasks with rhythm and effort so attention switches from ruminating to doing. When anxiety mounts, he treats movement as medicine and reaches for it first, not last. The guiding rule is plain: during a bout of worry, use muscles more and the brain less. That change interrupts the loop of overthinking and replaces it with a cadence the body can sustain. As exertion builds, mental noise fades; clarity returns once breath and stride settle into tempo. The result is not escape but reset—energy reclaimed for the next useful task. It works that way with me-worry goes when exercise begins.

Chapter 37 – I Was "The Worrying Wreck from Virginia Tech"

🎓 Jim Birdsall—later plant superintendent at C.F. Muller Company, 180 Baldwin Avenue, Jersey City, New Jersey—recalls being nicknamed “the worrying wreck from Virginia Tech.” He worried so violently he was often ill, with a bed kept ready at the college infirmary; a nurse would hurry to give him a hypo when she saw him coming. He feared being busted out for low grades after failing physics, knew he had to keep a 75–84 average, and fretted over acute indigestion, insomnia, money, and even losing his girl because he couldn’t afford candy or dances. In desperation he sought Professor Duke Baird of business administration at V.P.I., whose fifteen-minute counsel helped more than four years of classes. Baird urged him to face facts, spend his energy on solutions, and stop feeding a habit that kept him stuck: “Worrying is just a vicious habit you have learned.” He handed over three rules: define precisely what you’re worrying about, find the cause, and do something constructive at once. Birdsall applied them: he re-enrolled in physics, studied diligently, and passed. He eased money strain by taking extra jobs—such as selling punch at college dances—and borrowing from his father, then repaid the loan after graduation. He quieted love worries by proposing; she became Mrs. Jim Birdsall. Looking back, he saw the real problem was confusion and avoidance; analysis and action restored control and dissolved fear. Worrying is just a vicious habit you have learned.

Chapter 38 – I Have Lived by This Sentence

📝 Dr. Joseph R. Sizoo, President of New Brunswick Theological Seminary—the oldest theological seminary in the United States, founded in 1784—remembers a day of uncertainty and disillusionment when forces beyond his control seemed to overwhelm his life. One morning he casually opened his New Testament and his eyes fell on a line that changed everything. From that hour he repeated it daily, and he sent others away with the same sentence when they came to him for counsel. The words steadied him so completely that he called them the “Golden Text” of his life, a foundation he walked with for peace and strength. By fastening attention on a single, trustworthy truth, he found a way to cut through worry and keep going. The practice worked not as magic but as disciplined focus: anchoring the mind to presence left less room for fear. In distress or calm, the phrase reframed his days and guided his choices. He that sent me is with me-the Father hath not left me alone.

Chapter 39 – I Hit Bottom and Survived

📈 In the summer of 1942, Ted Ericksen signed onto a thirty-two-foot salmon seining boat out of Kodiak, Alaska, taking the back-breaking “general work horse” role on a three-man crew of a skipper, a No. 2, and him. The job that tested him most was hauling the cork line—the float line of a heavy net—hand over hand in cold, wet, relentless bursts. Day after day he worked until his hands and back throbbed, then collapsed onto a damp, lumpy mattress laid over the provisions locker and slept as if drugged by exhaustion. The boat’s pace left no time to brood; effort swallowed every spare thought. He learned to measure pain, not by fear, but by the worst task already endured. When he finally had a moment’s rest, he noticed that problems he once magnified shrank beside the memory of that line biting his palms. After the season, ordinary troubles looked small because he had a physical benchmark for “worst.” Ever since, whenever a new difficulty appears, he silently asks whether it is as bad as pulling that cork line. The answer—“nothing could be that bad”—releases his breath and steadies his hands. Endurance taught him that perspective is power: once you’ve met bottom and kept going, worry loses its leverage. Remembering a concrete ordeal reorders the mind and frees the body to act. It is good to know that we have hit bottom and survived.

Chapter 40 – I Used to Be One of the World's Biggest Jackasses

🙈 Percy H. Whiting grew up in his father’s drugstore in Great Barrington, Massachusetts, surrounded by doctors, nurses, and disease talk, and he became a practiced hypochondriac. During a diphtheria outbreak, he convinced himself he had it, took to bed, and worked up “standard symptoms” until a doctor said, “Yes, Percy, you’ve got it”—whereupon he slept soundly and woke well. For years he dramatized ailments, “dying” multiple times of lockjaw and hydrophobia before settling into fears of cancer and tuberculosis. He even hesitated to buy a spring suit, believing he would never live to wear it out. The turning point came when he began to joke with himself whenever symptoms flared, recalling that two decades of imaginary deaths had still left him in first-class health—and that an insurer had just approved him for more coverage. Mockery broke the spell; he couldn’t ridicule his worries and be ruled by them at the same time. He discovered that treating his fears as comic exaggerations stripped them of their force. Over time the reflex to laugh replaced the reflex to panic. In busy days and quiet nights alike, that small inner grin kept his nerves from spiraling. Self-talk, phrased with humor and evidence from his own history, proved more potent than dread. I soon found that I couldn't worry about myself and laugh at myself at one and the same time.

Chapter 41 – I Have Always Tried to Keep My Line of Supplies Open

🔗 Gene Autry, raised amid drought-stricken poverty in Texas and Oklahoma, chose stability first: he learned telegraphy, became a relief operator for the Frisco Railway, and earned $150 a month. He treated that job as a personal “line of supplies,” a reliable way back to safety while testing opportunities. In 1928 at the Chelsea, Oklahoma depot, Will Rogers heard him sing and urged him toward New York; Autry waited nine months, then traveled on a railroad pass, slept sitting up, and lived on sandwiches. When New York led nowhere, he returned to Tulsa and kept the day job while singing nights on KVOO for nine months. With Jimmy Long he wrote “That Silver-Haired Daddy of Mine”; Arthur Sattherly of the American Recording Company offered recordings at fifty dollars each, and later WLS in Chicago hired him at forty dollars a week—then ninety—plus theater dates that brought in another three hundred. In 1934, as the League of Decency pushed studios toward wholesome fare, Republic Pictures wanted a singing cowboy; Autry moved into films at one hundred dollars a week, untroubled because the railroad remained a fallback. At each step he refused to burn bridges, advancing only when the next platform felt solid. The habit turned uncertainty into optionality: no decision was final, no risk irreversible. Keeping a dependable route to income kept worry quiet and decisions clear. It was my line of supplies, and I never cut myself off from it until I was firmly established in a new and better position.

Chapter 42 – I Heard a Voice in India

🪔 E. Stanley Jones, a Methodist missionary who spent forty years in India, drove himself so hard in the heat and strain of the work that he collapsed repeatedly after eight years and was ordered to take a year’s furlough in America. On the return voyage he fainted while preaching a Sunday-morning service, and the ship’s doctor confined him to bed for the rest of the trip. Physicians warned that going back to India could kill him, yet he sailed, reached Bombay, and fled to the hills for months of rest before descending to the plains again. Each time he returned to the work, his strength failed, and he was forced back to the hills; the cycle left him mentally, nervously, and physically exhausted. Holding meetings in Lucknow at his darkest hour, he knelt to pray and heard a clear promise that the burden could be carried for him if he would stop worrying. He answered instantly and felt a deep peace settle in, a sense that life—abundant life—had returned. In the years that followed he traveled the world, often lecturing three times a day, and wrote The Christ of the Indian Road and eleven other books. He never missed an appointment or arrived late, and by his sixty-third year he described himself as overflowing with vitality and joy in service. The shift came from surrendering the impossible load of anxiety and trusting the work to a power beyond his own limits, which released energy instead of draining it. By turning worry into faith-backed action, he found steadiness where strain had once broken him. "Lord, I close the bargain right here."

Chapter 43 – When the Sheriff Came in My Front Door

🚪 In 1933 novelist Homer Croy watched the sheriff enter the front door while he slipped out the back of 10 Standish Road, Forest Hills, Long Island—the home where his children were born and where the family had lived for eighteen years. A dozen years earlier he had sold the motion-picture rights to West of the Water Tower for a top Hollywood price, lived abroad for two years, and in Paris wrote They Had to See Paris, which became Will Rogers’s first talking picture. Convinced he had a head for business, he mortgaged his house and bought prime Forest Hills lots to hold for a “fabulous” rise, though he knew as little about real estate as an Eskimo knows about oil furnaces. The Depression crushed values; the bank foreclosed; and he, his wife, and children moved into a small apartment on the last day of 1933. Sitting on a packing case, he recalled his mother’s maxim—don’t cry over spilt milk—then told himself he had hit bottom and could only go up. He resolved to stop grieving what couldn’t be changed, poured his energy into work, and slowly rebuilt. The experience taught him he could withstand more than he imagined and that self-pity only steals the strength needed for recovery. Accepting the inevitable dissolved the venom of worry; disciplined effort did the rest. When small anxieties tug at him now, he revisits that packing case and remembers the direction he chose. "There is no place to go now but up."

Chapter 44 – The Toughest Opponent I Ever Fought Was Worry

⚔️ Heavyweight champion Jack Dempsey found “Old Man Worry” almost tougher than his rivals and devised his own system to beat it. In the ring he ran a constant pep talk—during the Firpo fight he kept repeating that nothing would stop him—so completely that when Firpo knocked him clear through the ropes onto a reporter’s typewriter, he didn’t feel the blows. He recalls only one punch that truly hurt: Lester Johnson once broke three of his ribs and affected his breathing, but even that night he kept moving. Most of the trouble came before big bouts: in training he would toss for hours imagining a broken hand, a cut eye, or a twisted ankle that would wreck his timing. To break that spiral he would get up, face the mirror, and tell himself it was foolish to suffer over things that hadn’t happened; life was short and meant to be enjoyed. He hammered the same sentence into his head until it took: health comes first, and worry destroys health. He noticed that repetition turned brave talk into felt conviction, letting nerves settle and sleep return. He added a habit of prayer—several times a day in training and before the bell of each round—and never went to bed or sat to a meal without it, saying those prayers had been answered thousands of times. Together, focused self-talk, perspective about what truly matters, and prayer formed a discipline that kept fear from sapping his strength. He treated worry like any opponent: crowd it, hit first, and refuse to give it time to work. "Nothing is important but my health."

Chapter 45 – I Prayed to God to Keep Me Out of an Orphans' Home

🙏 In Warrenton, Missouri, a girl named Kathleen Halter watched her mother faint day after day with heart trouble and grew terrified that she would be sent to the Central Wesleyan Orphans’ Home if her mother died; at six she prayed constantly: “Dear God, please let my mummy live until I am old enough not to go to the orphans’ home.” Two decades later her brother, Meiner, suffered a crushing injury, and for two years she rose every three hours, day and night, to give him morphine hypodermics, timing each alarm with a small reward—milk set to freeze outside her window into “ice-cream.” She kept teaching music at Central Wesleyan College in Warrenton, holding classes twelve to fourteen hours a day so there was little time left to indulge self-pity. When neighbors phoned the college after hearing her brother scream with pain, she rushed home to inject the next dose and returned to the classroom. To keep resentment from souring her life, she drilled herself with a rule that if she could walk, feed herself, and was free of intense pain, she had more than enough to be happy. Each morning she deliberately counted what had not been taken from her and aimed—however imperfectly—to be the happiest person in town. The practice of busy, useful work crowded out brooding, and the habit of gratitude redirected attention to what could still be done. Purposeful action and thankful focus left less room for worry, turning endurance into quiet strength that carried her through repeated loss. Now, listen, as long as you can walk and feed yourself and are free from intense pain, you ought to be the happiest person in the world.

Chapter 46 – My Stomach Was Twisting Like a Kansas Whirlwind

🌪️ Cameron Shipp, a magazine writer promoted to assistant publicity director at Warner Brothers in California, found that chairing the War Activities Committee of the Screen Publicists Guild turned camaraderie into dread; after each meeting he had to pull his car over, doubled with pain. Convinced he had ulcers, he saw an internal-medicine specialist who probed, X-rayed, and fluoroscoped him for weeks, then calmly showed him the charts proving there were no ulcers at all. The doctor wrote a “prescription” that cost plenty—“Don’t worry”—and, knowing habit doesn’t change overnight, handed over a crutch: belladonna pills to relax him “as many as you like,” to be used until he could do without them. Shipp, a big man embarrassed to be taking little white pills, began to laugh at himself, stopped imagining that famous lives depended on his shoulders alone, and took pride in getting home early enough for a nap. Soon he threw the pills down the drain and never went back to the physician. The turning point was not pharmacology but perspective: he stopped taking himself so seriously and started treating tension as a cue to relax, not to ruminate. By reframing his role and refusing to feed catastrophic thoughts, the physical knots eased and ordinary routines returned. The body followed the mind once his attention shifted from fear to proportion. …the cure wasn’t in those silly little pills—the cure was in a change in my mental attitude.

Chapter 47 – I Learned to Stop Worrying by Watching My Wife Wash Dishes

🍽️ Reverend William Wood of 204 Hurlbert Street, Charlevoix, Michigan, developed crippling stomach pains while preaching Sundays, running church programs, chairing the Red Cross, presiding over Kiwanis, and handling two or three funerals a week. Having watched his father die of stomach cancer, he went to Byrne’s Clinic at Petosky, Michigan, where Dr. Lilga took fluoroscopic and X-ray studies and assured him there was no ulcer or cancer—only exhausted nerves. Wood followed the advice to take Mondays off and start shedding excess duties, but the real relief began when he changed how he worked. Cleaning his desk one day, he crumpled old sermon notes and suddenly applied the same rule to thought—throw yesterday’s anxieties into the wastebasket. Another evening, while drying plates beside his singing wife, he grasped why she didn’t mind a lifetime of kitchen duty: she washed only one day’s dishes at a time. He realized he had been trying to wash today’s, yesterday’s, and tomorrow’s dishes all at once. By living in day-tight compartments and deliberately discarding dead concerns, the pains and insomnia faded. Focus on today’s task and refusal to rehearse the past or prelive the future broke his worry loop and restored calm. I now crumple up yesterday’s anxieties and toss them into the wastebasket, and I have ceased trying to wash tomorrow’s dirty dishes today.

Chapter 48 – I Found the Answer

🧩 In 1943, Del Hughes—Public Accountant, 607 South Euclid Avenue, Bay City, Michigan—lay in a veterans’ hospital in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with three broken ribs and a punctured lung after a practice Marine amphibious landing off the Hawaiian Islands threw him onto the sand. Three months later the doctors reported “absolutely no improvement,” and day-long brooding convinced him that worry itself was blocking recovery. Transferred to a “Country Club” ward where patients could do almost anything, he learned contract bridge, spent six weeks studying Culbertson’s books, and then played most evenings. Every afternoon from three to five he took oil-painting lessons, and in spare hours he carved soap and wood and read psychology books supplied by the Red Cross. Filling his days left no room for dread, and the medical staff soon congratulated him on an “amazing improvement.” His lungs became “as good as yours,” and normal life returned. Directing attention to absorbing tasks breaks the mental loop that feeds anxiety and frees the body to heal. Sustained activity turns energy outward, replacing ruminations with mastery, momentum, and renewed health. Keep active, keep busy!

Chapter 49 – Time Solves a Lot of Things!

⌛ Louis T. Montant, Jr., Sales and Market Analyst, 114 West 64th Street, New York, New York, writes that worry stole his years from eighteen to twenty-eight. He dodged acquaintances by crossing the street, pretended not to see friends for fear of snubs, and in two weeks lost out on three jobs because he panicked when speaking to prospective employers. Eight years earlier he had sat in the office of a cheerful friend who had made a fortune in 1929 and lost every cent—yet let blows that ruined other men roll off “like water off a duck’s back.” That friend handed over a simple tool: write the worry on paper, place it in the lower right-hand desk drawer, revisit it in two weeks, and—if it still bites—let it rest two more. Montant discovered that by the time the paper resurfaced, many terrors had collapsed “like a pricked balloon.” He kept using the method and found himself rarely worrying about anything. Writing discharges emotion; waiting lets events change, information arrive, and perspective widen until most imagined disasters shrink. Patience and a pencil convert agitation into a measured appraisal, aligning action with reality rather than fear. Time may also solve what you are worrying about today.

Chapter 50 – I Was Warned Not to Try to Speak or to Move Even a Finger

🚫 Joseph L. Ryan, Supervisor, Foreign Division, Royal Typewriter Company, 51 Judson Place, Rockville Centre, Long Island, New York, suffered a violent collapse on a train after testifying in a lawsuit and could scarcely breathe by the time he reached home. A doctor injected him; when he came to, a parish priest stood ready to administer final absolution, and his wife had been told he might die within thirty minutes. Ordered not to try to speak or even move a finger, he silently accepted whatever might come and asked himself what the very worst would be. He decided that the worst was another spasm with excruciating pain, followed by death and peace. An hour passed and the pains did not return. Instead he began to plan how to live if he survived: rebuilding his strength and refusing tension and worry. Four years later, cardiograms amazed his doctor and zest for life had returned. Facing the worst transformed panic into composure; acceptance loosened fear’s grip and made room for determined effort. If I hadn't accepted the worst, I believe I would have died from my own fear and panic.

Chapter 51 – I Am a Great Dismisser

🧽 Ordway Tead, chairman of the Board of Higher Education of New York City and head of the Economic and Social Book Department at Harper & Brothers, treats worry as a habit he broke with deliberate routines. He keeps so busy across three demanding posts that there is no idle space for anxious brooding. When he shifts from one assignment to the next, he deliberately “dismisses” the prior problem, using the change of activity to rest and clear his mind. At the close of each day, he trains himself to shut his desk and leave unfinished issues at the office, refusing to carry them home. He notes that hauling unsolved problems into the evening would damage his health and, worse, sap the very capacity needed to solve them the next morning. Turning frequently between meaningful tasks gives him a rhythm that keeps his attention fresh. The practice is less about denial than sequencing: he handles what is in front of him now and lets the rest wait its turn. Over time, the discipline becomes automatic and replaces ruminative loops with purposeful work. The result is steadier energy and better judgment under continuous demands. Stepping away on schedule and returning to the next concrete step keeps progress compounding while worry starves for lack of attention. The psychology here is attentional control: by closing cognitive “tabs” and time-boxing concerns, he limits perseveration and preserves executive capacity for what matters next.

Chapter 52 – If I Had Not Stopped Worrying, I Would Have Been in My Grave Long Ago

❤️‍🩹 Connie Mack looks back on a lifetime in baseball that began in the 1880s on vacant lots where players “passed the hat,” even as he supported a widowed mother and younger siblings. He endured the only seven-year last-place streak by a manager and a run of eight hundred losses in eight seasons, defeats that once wrecked his sleep and appetite. He changed course by recognizing that worry was futile and corrosive, then filling his days with planning the next win so there was no time to brood over the last loss. He adopted a twenty-four–hour rule: never criticize a player until the day after a defeat, when tempers have cooled and advice can be heard. Praise replaced faultfinding, because building men up inspired cooperation better than public scolding. He learned that fatigue magnified anxiety, so he protected rest—ten hours in bed nightly, plus an afternoon nap, even five minutes if that was all he could get. He chose to keep active into his eighties, resolving not to retire until he started repeating the same stories, a personal gauge of fading edge. The thread through these practices is control of focus: invest energy in the next action, not the irretrievable past. By managing arousal, timing, and reinforcement, he kept performance resilient and worry unprofitable. But I stopped worrying twenty-five years ago, and I honestly believe that if I hadn't stopped worrying then, I would have been in my grave long ago.

Chapter 53 – I Got Rid of Stomach Ulcers and Worry by Changing My Job and My Mental Attitude

🩺 Cameron Shipp, a publicity man at Warner Brothers, was promoted to an imposing “Administrative Assistant” role with a private refrigerator, a big office, and a stream of producers, agents, and radio men, and soon felt a tight fist in his vitals after meetings of the Screen Publicists Guild. He lost weight, feared ulcers—or cancer—and finally submitted to exhaustive tests by a renowned internist recommended by an advertising executive. After probes, X-rays, and fluoroscopy, the verdict was clear: no ulcers; his pains were born of strain. The doctor gave him belladonna pills as a temporary “crutch” and told him the real remedy was to stop worrying. Shipp began laughing at himself, realizing how absurd it was to take little white pills while imagining that the lives and reputations of Bette Davis, James Cagney, Edward G. Robinson, Humphrey Bogart, Ann Sheridan, Alexis Smith, and Alan Hale rested on his shoulders. He noticed that generals and admirals were running a world war without sedatives while he was agitating over committee duties. He threw away the pills, reclaimed ordinary routines, and found that rest, perspective, and limits quieted the pain. The change was not in his stomach but in his sense of importance and in how he handled demands. By shrinking tasks to human size and refusing to ruminate, he broke the loop that turned adrenaline into aches. The behavioral shift—reframing, boundary-setting, and purposeful activity—calmed physiology and made work sustainable again. the cure wasn't in those silly little pills-the cure was in a change in my mental attitude.

Chapter 54 – I Now Look for the Green Light

🚦 Joseph M. Cotter of 1534 Fargo Avenue, Chicago, spent years as a “professional worrier” until an evening on the Northwestern Railroad reframed everything. On 31 May 1945 at 7 p.m., he escorted friends to board the City of Los Angeles streamliner, then wandered toward the locomotive and noticed a towering semaphore showing amber. In a flash it turned green; the engineer clanged the bell, the conductor called “All aboard!,” and the 2,300-mile run eased out of the station. Watching that signal, Cotter realized he had been trying to see every light for life’s entire journey before he dared move. Trains don’t run that way: green means go, amber means slow, red means stop—safety comes from obeying the light directly ahead. He decided to install the same signal system in his day and to ask God each morning for that day’s green light. Accepting amber cautions slowed him when needed; red stops kept him from cracking up. Over the next two years he counted more than seven hundred “green lights,” and the trip felt easier because he no longer demanded certainty about what color came next. Attention shifted from imaginary miles ahead to the next clear step on the track. By responding to the present signal rather than chasing full visibility, he traded anxiety for paced movement and steady confidence. No matter what colour it may be, I will know what to do.

Chapter 55 – How John D. Rockefeller Lived on Borrowed Time for Forty-five Years

⏳ John D. Rockefeller drove himself so hard that at fifty-three he “looked like a mummy,” with alopecia that stripped even his eyelashes and digestive trouble so severe that doctors put him on acidulated milk and a few biscuits. Though his income approached a million dollars a week, he could eat no more than a pauper, wore $500 silver wigs over a skullcap, and slept poorly while guarding a vast oil empire. He had no time for cards, parties, or theater; Mark Hanna called him “sane in every other respect, but mad about money,” and even partners and family recoiled from his cold suspicion. Public fury mounted over Standard Oil’s rebates and crush-the-rival tactics; he was hanged in effigy in Pennsylvania oil towns. Then his world view changed: he began putting his fortune to work through what became the Rockefeller Foundation—supporting research, colleges, and hospitals rather than “taking them over.” In Peking, a Rockefeller medical college offered plague vaccination; in laboratories his funds helped speed breakthroughs such as penicillin and cut spinal meningitis deaths that once claimed four out of five. With generosity came calm; by 1900 he no longer brooded over attacks, and when the five-year antitrust battle ended with Standard Oil’s breakup, he refused to lose even a night’s sleep. The shift from hoarding control to supporting human progress relieved the pressure that had wrecked his body. Purpose and perspective throttled worry, and he lived on for decades—to ninety-eight—on time he once seemed certain to lose. Don't worry, Mr. Johnson, I intend to get a night's sleep.

Chapter 56 – I Was Committing Slow Suicide Because I Didn't Know How to Relax

😵‍💫 Paul Sampson of Wyandotte, Michigan, raced through each day “in high gear,” gripping the steering wheel home at night and collapsing into bed to “try to sleep fast,” until nervous fatigue sent him to a Detroit nerve specialist. The doctor taught him deliberate relaxation—the same principles echoed earlier in the book—and told him to think about relaxing all the time. Sampson began slowing meals, shaving, and dressing; he stopped snatching the phone as if in a contest; and he checked himself several times a day to make sure his shoulders, breathing, and jaw were loose. At bedtime he didn’t chase sleep; he consciously relaxed first, then found he woke genuinely rested. Driving changed most: he stayed alert but “drove with his mind instead of his nerves.” As the new habits took hold, the constant surge of adrenaline ebbed, and the evening dread that once capped every workday faded. Routine acts became cues to soften effort rather than pile strain on strain. Teaching the body to downshift on demand broke the cycle of tension and worry that had been burning him out. A practiced relaxation response turned ordinary hours into recovery instead of depletion. Life is much more pleasant and enjoyable; and I'm completely free of nervous fatigue and nervous worry.

Chapter 57 – A Real Miracle Happened to Me

✨ Mrs. John Burger of 3,940 Colorado Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota, describes how worry unraveled her home life during the postwar readjustment: three young children scattered among relatives, a husband in another city trying to start a law practice, and nights without sleep followed by days of shaking nerves. Fear fed on itself; even planning for ordinary responsibilities felt dangerous, and she began to distrust her own judgment. When her mother visited, she refused to indulge the collapse—she scolded, challenged, and shocked her daughter into “fighting back” instead of “running away from life.” That weekend Mrs. Burger sent her parents home, took charge of her two younger children, slept, ate, and felt her outlook lift. A week later they found her “singing at [her] ironing,” buoyed by the momentum of effort and small wins. She forced herself into steady work, reunited the children, and moved to join her husband in a new house that needed her energy and attention. When waves of depression returned, she stopped arguing with herself on those days, rested, and resumed action when strength returned. By redirecting attention from ruminating to concrete tasks, she traded paralysis for purpose and rebuilt confidence through competence. Worry loosened its hold because engagement, not brooding, decided each day. I grew stronger and stronger and could wake up with the joy of well-being, the joy of planning for the new day ahead, the joy of living.

Chapter 58 – How Benjamin Franklin Conquered Worry

🪙 At seven years old, Benjamin Franklin burst into a shop, heaped his coppers on the counter, and bought a tin whistle without asking the price; later, when his siblings mocked the overpayment, he “cried with vexation.” Decades afterward—as a world figure and Ambassador to France—he still recalled that the sting of paying too much had given him “more chagrin than the whistle gave him pleasure.” The lesson hardened into a lifelong maxim: many of life’s miseries come from false estimates of value—paying too much for a “whistle.” Dale Carnegie links that warning to other cases: Henry David Thoreau’s line that “the cost of a thing is the amount of… life” spent on it; Gilbert and Sullivan poisoning a partnership over a carpet bill; Leo Tolstoy and his wife ruining fifty years with dueling diaries meant to sway posterity. Each story shows the same arithmetic of worry: squander life on trifles and resentment, and the account never balances. Franklin’s cure is appraisal, not bravado—know the real price of attention, pride, and time, then refuse bad bargains. Seen this way, worry often signals that we are overpaying; the remedy is to stop the transaction and walk away. In short, I conceive that a great part of the miseries of mankind are brought upon them by the false estimates they have made of the value of things, and by their giving too much for their whistles.

Chapter 59 – I Was So Worried I Didn't Eat a Bite of Solid Food for Eighteen Days

🥣 Kathryne Holcombe Farmer of the Sheriff’s Office in Mobile, Alabama, recalls three months when worry wrecked her body: four days and nights without sleep and eighteen days unable to swallow solid food. The nausea, terror, and exhaustion made her fear she would die or go insane. The break came when she received an advance copy of this book, studied it, and began to act on specific practices instead of pleading with her nerves. For tasks that had to be done, she started at once to keep them from lingering as fear. For runaway anxieties, she repeated the Serenity Prayer until her mind quieted. For hard problems, she used three steps from Part One, Chapter Two: define the worst that can happen, accept it mentally, then improve on that worst. The shift from dread to procedure returned her appetite and steadied her nights. Sleep reached nine hours; food tasted good again; ordinary beauty felt visible for the first time in weeks. Worry weakened because structured acceptance and immediate action left it no room to grow. I thank God for life now and for the privilege of living in such a wonderful world.

—Note: The above summary follows the Gallery Books trade paperback edition (5 October 2004; ISBN 978-0-671-03597-6).

Background & reception

🖋️ Author & writing. Dale Carnegie (1888–1955) was a Missouri-born lecturer and early pioneer of modern self-improvement, best known for How to Win Friends and Influence People (1936). Published in 1948, How to Stop Worrying and Start Living draws on Carnegie’s teaching and assembles practical routines and case histories to turn anxiety management into usable habits. The prose favors plain instructions, checklists, and examples—analyzing worries, adopting “day-tight compartments,” and cooperating with the inevitable. A refreshed Gallery Books trade paperback (320 pp) appeared on 5 October 2004; the publisher notes this was the first update in forty years. Core bibliographic facts are concordant across OCLC (U.S. first edition: Simon & Schuster, New York, 1948; xv, 306 pp) and the National Library of Australia (World’s Work, London/Melbourne, 1948; x, 325 p.).

📈 Commercial reception. The book reached number one on the New York Times nonfiction list on 1 August 1948 and again on 19 September 1948 (as compiled from NYT lists). In its year-end survey, Time reported that Joshua Loth Liebman’s Peace of Mind was supplanted late that summer by Carnegie’s “more practical guide,” indicating strong mainstream demand. Simon & Schuster continues to list the title across formats and claims more than six million readers.

👍 Praise. Time characterized the title as a “more practical guide” to equanimity during its 1948 run, a succinct endorsement of its utility. Encyclopaedia Britannica summarizes the book as a collection of “commonsense” techniques to prevent stress, underscoring its pragmatic voice.

👎 Criticism. A 5 June 1948 New Yorker “Comment” column lampooned the prescriptions, joking that they heightened anxiety rather than curing it. The Guardian ties mid-century “compulsory cheerfulness” at work to advice popularized by Carnegie.

🌍 Impact & adoption. Dale Carnegie Training continues to adapt the book’s principles in contemporary programs, including guidance on “day-tight compartments” and the “four working habits” for preventing fatigue. The organization reports broad participation in courses built on Carnegie’s methods, reflecting sustained adoption beyond publishing. Ongoing publisher availability across print, e-book, and audio further supports continuing use by new audiences.

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