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Show "TPHE help we get at times from unexpected sources is almost miraculous. Here's how Floyd Breyer, Allen Lane, S. W., and First Drive, New Philadelphia; Ohio, got unexpected help. He was responsible for the successful operation of an army of trucks. He says that one of the biggest, and most constant. of worries which he has to carry is to have these trucks operate continuously under conditions condi-tions over which he has no control, such as rain, ice, sleet, snow. These huge "buggies" cost anywhere from six to ten thousand dollars each, and he sends them all over the state of Ohio and in all seasons of the year. So he can't take life calmly when he has a dozen or D. Carnegie more trailer-tractor outfits on the road. On New Yeap's Eve, 1946, he attended a large party at his local country club. It was a gala occasion and everyone was in a happy holiday mood, awaiting the ending of the old year and the ushering, in of the new. That is, everyone was happy except Floyd Breyer. And the reason for his distress was that the snow had been falling for hours and was piling up deeper and deeper, not only in drifts but on the main roads. And the next morning a group of his big expensive trucks were scheduled sched-uled to venture out into that snow. How could he enjoy the party, engage in lively banter with his friends? He knew he was in for a sleepless night, and when he didn't sleep, business went hay-wire the next day. N Just as his unhappiness reached what must be a climax, with his imagination running riot on what would happen to those trucks, he heard his wife mention a trip they had taken to a small Georgia town the winter before. .He recalled his host, a big, broad-shouldered, genial and very handsome man named Jewell, who was president of the Crystal Springs Bleach-ery Bleach-ery at Chickamauga, Ga. 1 They had had dinnfr with Mr. and Mrs. Jewel1, and during the course of the meal the conversation drifted to tlxe weather, for it was cold and rainy. Mr. Jewell looked across the table at Mr. Breyer, then almost as if speaking to him only, he said, "I never worry about something that I can't do anything about." Then, all of a sudden, there at the country club, Mr. Breyer dismissed from his mind all thought of the weather and the trucks. He relaxed, laughed and joked. After he got home, he kept his' mind on pleasant things. As a result, he slept soundly all night and awoke refreshed the next morning. Not one of those trucks that went out had anything go wrong! Since then, Mr. Breyer says he has been able tt eliminate if not entirely, at least to a great extent, the worry' occasioned by something he could do nothing about. When he can do something- about it. he gets at it, and forgets to worry. |