answer I had been seeking. He was starting out on that long journey with only one green
light to go by. If I had been in his place, I would want to see all the green lights for the
entire journey. Impossible, of course, yet that was exactly what I was trying to do with
my life-sitting in the station, going no place, because I was trying too hard to see what
was ahead for me.
My thoughts kept coming. That engineer didn't worry about trouble that he might
encounter miles ahead. There probably would be some delays, some slowdowns, but
wasn't that why they had signal systems? Amber lights-reduce speed and take it easy.
Red lights-real danger up ahead-stop. That was what made train travel safe. A good
signal system.
I asked myself why I didn't have a good signal system for my life. My answer was-I did
have one. God had given it to me. He controls it, so it has to be foolproof. I started
looking for a green light. Where could I find it? Well, if God created the green lights, why
not ask Him? I did just that.
And now by praying each morning, I get my green light for that day. I also occasionally
get amber lights that slow me down. Sometimes I get red lights that stop me before I
crack up. No more worrying for me since that day two years ago when I made this
discovery. During those two years, over seven hundred green lights have shown for me,
and the trip through life is so much easier without the worry of what colour the next light
will be. No matter what colour it may be, I will know what to do.
How John D. Rockefeller Lived on Borrowed Time for Forty-five Tears
John D. Rockefeller, Sr., had accumulated his first million at the age of thirty-three. At
the age of forty-three, he had built up the largest monopoly the world has ever seen-the
great Standard Oil Company. But where was he at fifty-three? Worry had got him at fifty-
three. Worry and high-tension living had already wrecked his health. At fifty-three he
"looked like a mummy," says John K. Winkler, one of his biographers.
At fifty-three, Rockefeller was attacked by mystifying digestive maladies that swept away
his hair, even the eyelashes and all but a faint wisp of eyebrow. "So serious was his
condition," says Winkler, "that at one time John D. was compelled to exist on human
milk." According to the doctors, he had alopecia, a form of baldness that often starts with
sheer nerves. He looked so startling, with his stark bald dome, that he had to wear a
skullcap. Later, he had wigs made-$500 apiece-and for the rest of his life he wore these
silver wigs.
Rockefeller had originally been blessed with an iron constitution. Reared on a farm, he
had once had stalwart shoulders, an erect carriage, and a strong, brisk gait.
Yet at only fifty-three-when most men are at their prime- his shoulders drooped and he
shambled when he walked. "When he looked in a glass," says John T. Flynn, another of
his biographers, "he saw an old man. The ceaseless work, the endless worry, the
streams of abuse, the sleepless nights, and the lack of exercise and rest" had exacted
their toll; they had brought him to his knees. He was now the richest man in the world;
yet he had to live on a diet that a pauper would have scorned. His income at the time
was a million dollars a week- but two dollars a week would probably have paid for all the
food he could eat. Acidulated milk and a few biscuits were all the doctors would allow
him. His skin had lost its colour-it looked like old parchment drawn tight across his