Someone is trying to kill you

Suppose you wake up one morning. You glance out the window and you cannot believe what you see. Written across the sky are the words, “Someone is Trying to Kill You.” What would you do?

This is exactly what happened to Grabwell Grommet.

I can guarantee you that this article from an unknown source will surely make you think so let me share this with you.

On the morning of his 42nd birthday, Grabwell Grommet awoke to the peal of particularly ominous thunder. Glancing out the window with bleary eyes, he says written in fiery letters across the sky:

“SOMEONE IS TRYING TO KILL YOU, GRABWELL GROMMET!”

With shaking hands, Grommet lit his first cigarette of the day. He didn’t question the message. You don’t question messages like that. His only question was, “Who?”

At breakfast as he salted his fried eggs, he told his wife Gratia, “Someone is trying to kill me.” “Who?” she asked with horror.

Grommet slowly stirred the cream and sugar into his coffee and shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said. Convinced though he was, Grommet couldn’t go to the police with such a story. He decided his only course of action was to go about his daily routine and hope somehow to outwit his would-be murderer. He tried to think on the drive to the office. But the frustrations of making time by beating lights and switching lanes occupied him wholly. Nor, once behind his desk, could he find a moment, what with jangling phones, urgent memos and the problems and decisions piling up as they did each day.

It wasn’t until his second martini at lunch that the full terror of his position struck him. It was all he could do to finish his lasagna Milanese. “I can’t panic,” he said to himself, lighting up his cigar. “I simply must live my life as usual.”

So he worked till seven as usual. Drove home fast as usual. Had his two cocktails as usual. Studied business reports as usual and took his usual two sleeping pills in order to get his usual six hours of sleep.

As the days passed, he manfully stuck to his routine. And as the months went by, he began to take a perverse pleasure in his ability to survive.

“Whoever’s trying to get me,” he’d say proudly to his wife, “hasn’t got me yet. I’m too smart for him.”

“Oh, please be careful,” she’d reply, ladling him a second helping of heel stroganoff. The pride grew as he managed to go on living for years. But, as it is true to all men, death came at last to Grabwell Grommet.

It came at his desk on a particularly busy day, He was 53. His grief-stricken widow demanded a full autopsy. But it showed only emphysema, arteriosclerosis, duodenal ulcers, cirrhosis of tint liver, cardiac necrosis, a cerebrovascular aneurysm, pulmonary edema, obesity, circulatory insufficiency and a touch of lung cancer.

“How glad Grabwell would have been to know,” said the widow smiling proudly through her tears, “that he died of natural causes.”

Bad habits kill. And Grabwell is a victim of his own bad habits.

• Habit starts out as a thread. As new threads are added, it becomes a rope we cannot break.  

• Bad habits are like a comfortable bed...easy to get into, but hard to get out of.

Another year is about to come. Don’t wait. Start now. Make sure that you resolve to cultivate new success habits and discard the old harmful ones.

Success and Winning is a habit. But so is losing.

Here is something I would like you and I to remember.

Do not decide on your future. You do not have the power to do that. Only God does.

But you can decide on your habits. And then your habits decide their future.

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