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Three Feet From Gold

THREE FEET FROM GOLD

One of the most common causes of failure is the habit

of quitting when one is overtaken by temporary

defeat. Every person is guilty of this mistake at one

time or another.

An uncle of R. U. Darby was caught by the ‘gold

fever’ in the gold-rush days, and went west to DIG

AND GROW RICH. He had never heard that more gold has

been mined from the brains of men than has ever been

taken from the earth. He staked a claim and went to

work with pick and shovel. The going was hard, but

his lust for gold was definite.

After weeks of labor, he was rewarded by the

discovery of the shining ore. He needed machinery to

bring the ore to the surface. Quietly, he covered up

the mine, retraced his footsteps to his home in

Williamsburg, Maryland, told his relatives and a few

neighbors of the ‘strike.’ They got together money

for the needed machinery, had it shipped. The uncle

and Darby went back to work the mine.

The first car of ore was mined, and shipped to a

smelter. The returns proved they had one of the

richest mines in Colorado! A few more cars of that

ore would clear the debts. Then would come the big

killing in profits.

Down went the drills! Up went the hopes of Darby and

Uncle! Then something happened! The vein of gold ore

disappeared! They had come to the end of the rainbow,

and the pot of gold was no longer there! They drilled

on, desperately trying to pick up the vein again— all

to no avail.

Finally, they decided to QUIT.

They sold the machinery to a junk man for a few

hundred dollars, and took the train back home. Some

‘junk’ men are dumb, but not this one! He called in a

mining engineer to look at the mine and do a little

calculating. The engineer advised that the project

had failed, because the owners were not familiar with

‘fault lines.’ His calculations showed that the vein

would be found JUST THREE FEET FROM WHERE THE DARBYS

HAD STOPPED DRILLING! That is exactly where it was

found!

The ‘Junk’ man took millions of dollars in ore from

the mine, because he knew enough to seek expert

counsel before giving up.

Most of the money which went into the machinery was

procured through the efforts of R. U. Darby, who was

then a very young man. The money came from his

relatives and neighbors, because of their faith in

him. He paid back every dollar of it, although he was

years in doing so.

Long afterward, Mr. Darby recouped his loss many

times over, when he made the discovery that DESIRE

can be transmuted into gold. The discovery came after

he went into the business of selling life insurance.

Remembering that he lost a huge fortune, because he

STOPPED three feet from gold, Darby profited by the

experience in his chosen work, by the simple method

of saying to himself, ‘I stopped three feet from

gold, but I will never stop because men say ‘no’ when

I ask them to buy insurance.’

Darby is one of a small group of fewer than fifty men

who sell more than a million dollars in life

insurance annually. He owes his ‘stickability’ to the

lesson he learned from his ‘quitability’ in the gold

mining business.

Before success comes in any man’s life, he is sure to

meet with much temporary defeat, and, perhaps, some

failure. When defeat overtakes a man, the easiest and

most logical thing to do is to QUIT. That is exactly

what the majority of men do.

More than five hundred of the most successful men

this country has ever known, told the author their

greatest success came just one step beyond the point

at which defeat had overtaken them. Failure is a

trickster with a keen sense of irony and cunning. It

takes great delight in tripping one when success is

almost within reach.

Picked from "Think And Grow Rich" by Napoleon Hills

Rain On My Piano

I reach for your hand,

But I only grasp air.

Your chords play the intangible.

But I feel your song.

I cry.

But I know not why.

Your song is sad.

My concious is wet with remorse,

For I listen to you,

Your rain.

Your tears burn me.

But I continue to play.

I perform for you,

But my notes are wet

With your pain.

You Can Knock Me Down But You Can’t Beat Me

You can knock me down but you can’t beat me

You may stronger than me,

but you can’t wrestle my mind.

You may temporarily hold me back,

but my spirit can soar over any obstacles.

You can fill me with doubt,

but it doesn’t mean I won’t see through it.

You can hurl inflammations at me,

but you can not break my will.

You can hurt me physically,

but the impact won’t sway my determination.

You can humiliate my dignity,

but you can’t take away my pride.

I may fall down when stricken with obstacles,

As often as I sometimes do,

but I will get up,

and dust off my soul,

and then,

I will beat you.

3 Feet Away

I looked at her,

And she looked at me.

She looked around.

And her magic caught my eyes.

Her beauty makes me turn away.

The light reflects in her hair.

She sips her drink

And continues to write.

I wish she were writing about me.

I want to touch her.

Her eyes invite me, but I cannot.

Because she is three feet away.