What Is Your Favorite Self Help-improvement Book That Made A Difference In Your Life?
Yes. Once I was in this New Age bookstore. I was feeling really down – having trouble with the man in my life. I think I was there seeking crystals to help the situation. Anyway this complete stranger walks up to me. She reminded me of the fortune telling teacher in Harry Potter. She goes over to the bookshelf, pulls down this little tiny book and hands it to me. “Buy this book. You need to read it” she said. Then she paid for her purchases and left. Well I bought it and took it home. It is called The Knight in Rusty Armor. It is 87 pages long and written in the form of a fairy tale. The author is Robert Fischer – a well known Hollywood screenwriter. It took me less than an hour to read. By the end of the day, my whole family – including my wayward boyfriend read it. It truly changed my life. So much so that I started buying copies of it and giving them as gifts to people I thought would benefit. I think I have probably given away 50 copies. Later on, I was asked to do a radio show explaining how the book changed my life along with a very close friend who credited it with saving his marriage. It is amazing how this tiny little book gets inside you and makes you think. Look for it. I am eternally grateful for the stranger who put a copy into my hands. Pax-C
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The Four Agreements. http://www.amazon.com/Four-Agreements-Pr…
Such a simple concept but following these four agreements can make a HUGE difference in the way you responds to things. I know it made a difference in my life.
Atlas Shrugged. It’s a novel, but it’s better for you than the Bible or anything shelved in “self-help.”
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off — then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
It made a difference in my life.
Okay, well…
My mom’s friend gave her this book, The Best Year Of My Life, or something. Only after she read it, all these terrible things started happening, so it was cursed.
Or we just had REALLY HORRIBLE LUCK.
Or heck froze over.
You pick.
The Bible