Outwitting The Devil - A Book That Positively Changed My Life

Outwitting the Devil by Napoleon Hill is a bit of a strange book, however, it continues to be one of books that changed my life for the better.

It has been so valuable to me. I listened to the audio book version. I kept replaying certain passages, but it was really the information about “drifting” that made me realize how much time I’ve wasted. That having fun was…fun…but for what purpose? I realized the happiest times in my life were times I was making a positive difference in life; when I overcame challenges or met goals I set for myself.
You've heard the old saying: "When in doubt, read the instructions." Well - here it is: The Owner's Manual on how to live a meaningful and successful life.

This book, written in 1938, written by Napoleon Hill over 70 years ago, but "Outwitting the Devil" was not published until 41 years after his death. The concern was that his community and family would  reject him for printing the bold things that his conversation with “the devil” brought to light.
Some parts of the book are no longer relevant in the light of some of the advancements made in 70 years.  However, and this is one of the most important things I’ve realized: the laws of nature never change. Just as H2O will always be water. The causes of failure and unhappiness will never change.

Regardless of what you may think of the way it's written, you'll take something enormously valuable from it, something that could change your life.
I believe the devil in the book is really a metaphor for those who exploit and profit from  fear –, before you think this is a religious book, you'll be interested to know that the devil reveals the biggest, best way he has to take control of people is through religion. This book does not bash religion in anyway, it simply points out that some people use religion as a method to control. Just like some people use the government as methods to control.

The devil confides in Hill: “I break down independent thought and start people on the habit of drifting, by confusing their minds with unprovable ideas concerning a world of which they know nothing. It is here also that I plant in the minds of children the greatest of all fears --- the fear of hell!"
Now, you can think of other things, not just religion, that plays on our desire to “know” and on our fears of being left behind (status!) or “out of the loop” or isolated – and once you realize that all the “drifting” we do when reading Science News, or Behavioral Breakthroughs, or Justice Revolutions, is really just someone (or a group of people) profiting by appealing to our desire to learn, to be just a bit better than others. If we don’t have a solid, firm, understanding of life, it’s easy to drift, to become confused, and to lose focus on the basics of happiness.

This book is one of the most important I’ve read about personal development. Many of the ideas that Napoleon Hill conveys about how our society has allowed itself to be influenced, pacified, or angered, and conditioned into submission.  The part I was most stunned by was the simple yet profound way Hill  tells us exactly why we deprive ourselves from our own initiative and courage to accomplish what we desire.

The concept of 'drifting' hit so close to home with me that I have had to re-listen to the interview over and over again to catch the details that clearly describe the things we do that set us on a path of apathy and hopelessness.
I have read many books that tell us what we need to do to be successful, but few that tell us what the signs are that you are beginning to drift and how you can prevent those from happening.

Think and Grow Rich was one of the first books written by Napoleon Hill and sold 80 million copies and positively impacted the lives of so many of that generation. However, many younger people today don't even know who Hill is, let alone have an understanding of the powerful principles he gifted to the world. The release of Outwitting the Devil (in 2012) is timely because we who are surrounded by the smothering troubled state of today's world need and this is like throwing a kind of a life-line to pull ourselves up.

The points that influenced me the most:
“Drifting”- The danger of drifting aimlessly in life. If I'm watching 6 hours of TV a day or spending my time on facebook  or playing video games,  any other timewaster which is not helping me achieve my goals, I'm drifting. The antidote is focus and maintaining a Definite Chief Aim which keeps me on track and out of the drifting paths.

“Fear”- Fear as one of the great tools of the adversary. Fear is confidence in reverse. Focus on your chief aims to the exclusion of all doubt and fear is replaced by empowering confidence.

“Hypnotic Rhythm”- If you drift long enough, you will be unable to break the habit of drifting. Eat too much and too often, and your stomach expands and you need more and more to fill you up. Watch “porn” and you need to watch more and you need to watch worse and worse in order to become aroused. Drink a few beers or do a few drugs and soon you tolerate a few and need to consume more and more. You get stuck in a continuous cycle. The cycle causes you to feel bad, your confidence plunges, your courage plunges, and you lose sight of any goals. You become a prime targets for exploiters: people who will sell you more of what is crippling you (making them realize THEIR goals) and people who will vow to “save you” (again, other people will be profiting off your continuous cycle of  drifting).
The upside of this is that when you consistently focus on your definite chief aim, on a positive purpose; the power of Hypnotic Rhythm hastens your progress and help you maintains success.

The list of recommendations to transform education in the world from failed institutions of mediocrity to producers of self-directed, self-thinking, and empowered (not entitled) individuals is simple common sense.
Napoleon Hill’s Seven Principles for Outwitting the Devil in Your Life:

1. Definiteness of Purpose

2. Mastery over Self

3. Learning from Adversity

4. Controlling environmental influence (associations)

5. Time (giving permanency to positive, rather than negative thought-habits and developing wisdom)

6. Harmony (acting with definiteness of purpose to become the dominating influence in your own mental, spiritual, and physical environment)

7. Caution (thinking through your plans before you act)

Hill asks the Devil:
“WHAT PREPARATION MUST ONE UNDERGO before being
able to move with definiteness of purpose at all times?”

The Devil replies: “One must gain mastery over self. This is the second of the
seven principles. The person who is not master of himself can
never be master of others. Lack of self-mastery is, of itself, the
most destructive form of indefiniteness.”
I’ve found this to be so true. It’s why it’s so important to remember that self control, self determination, leads to confidence, courage, and character.

Truly a remarkable book that will have you feeling a bit guilty for watching Netflix, and more determined to make a positive difference and aim toward a goal/purpose in your life.

When A Doctor Is Diagnosed With Terminal Cancer

When Breath Becomes Air - Most Meaningful Book (so far) of 2016 - 


I don't know if Lucy, Paul's wife, will ever read this review, but I want her to know that Paul's remarkable journey has made me a better person for reading such a beautiful tale of life, love, family, friends and hope.
Lucy, you are just as brave as Paul. Your words brought me to tears - not tears so much of sadness but joy. Joy that a wife, a partner, a best-friend, has not only the courage to stay and be supportive and loving in good times as well as bad, but even afterwards, when I'm sure sometimes the weight of the past would seem heavy to most, you use that weight to propel you forward. To propel Paul's message and meaning forward.
By telling his story, Paul will perhaps touch more lives in a positive way than perhaps he ever would had he continued on this earthly plane. I am sure Cady will miss her father, but I have no doubts with such a strong mother and family, she is blessed. Indeed, anyone reading and understanding this book is blessed, and hopefully a bit stronger and wiser. THANK YOU.

For The Potential Readers of this book:
It it uplifting. It is beautiful. I read it in a day, bookmarked and highlighted many passages.
Two words kept coming up and standing out: striving and hope.
Striving is what makes our life meaningful and hope is what propels us forward.
Though not a religious book (and I'd describe myself as spiritual, not following a formal religion), I appreciated Paul's explanation of his religious growth and why, as a student of science he turned away from religion, only to realize it's because of science that, in an educated observation coupled with experience, religion is not just possible, but also probable.
Please don't get me wrong, this book is not about religion, rarely mentions it, but when he does, he does so in such a way, that it's concise, to the point, and is non-confrontational.
My only criticism, and I hate to mention any, but for me, the only thing that took away from the book was the foreword by Abraham Verghese. A reader can skip this and miss nothing. The foreword seemed to be more about Verghese than Paul, and I was frustrated by it, worried it might be a preview of things to come (a bit elitist, a bit superior, a bit cold). However, as soon as I started to read the Prologue, I was entranced with Paul, his journey, his insights, his courage, his love, his humility, his intelligence, his love for family, indeed, for life.
This really is not a book so much about cancer as it is about how to live life with courage, with meaning, and with joy.
Most meaningful book I've read all year.

When My High-school Best Friend Slept With A Teacher - A Lesson in Mob Mentality

My best friend and I were walking home from high school – it was either Freshman or Sophomore year, I can’t remember as I’m bad with dates, times.
But where I am bad with actual dates, I can clearly remember emotions. I remember the exact place where I was when she told me she was having an affair with the cutest teacher in school. In our very small Catholic school.
We were walking along the baseball field. It was spring. An unseasonably warm day. I had thought I knew my best friend – really knew her.
And yet, when she said, “I have something to tell you. You can’t tell anyone.” I had no clue, NONE, as to what she was going to confide in me.
“Mr. W and I are having an affair.”
I was horrified.
I remember staring at the ground. Then looking at the blooming flowers. I remember the smell of lilacs.
I remember a feeling of nausea and wanting desperately to rewind time.
And you have to know that I was probably one of the craziest, zaniest, “do what feels good” type of teenagers. I usually went against the grain. I got an F in religion for “asking too many questions.” I admired Madonna (Like a Virgin) not Madonna (like a pregnant Virgin).
And so that is probably why she thought her secret was safe with me. And it was – until her mother found the LETTERS he wrote to her.
I think I was probably one of the first to be sexually active – and not because I was really interested in it, but because I wanted to be the first of my friends. I wanted to be as cool as the Madonna (the singer).  I wanted to experience what the articles in the magazine Cosmopolitan assured me was my RIGHT, my privilege, my ‘power.’
Sex with teachers (in a very small town) was not something that really even entered my mind. This was pre- internet. Pre “Teacher Sleeps With Students" as everyday headlines.
And yet, I was deeply horrified.
Mr. W was a married man with kids.
Mr. W was a friend to my best-friends parents. He and his wife attended BBQ’s and parties with  my BFF’s family.
I just knew, with unflinching sureness, it was horribly wrong. It had nothing to do with religion. It had everything to do with betrayal. A wife. Children. Friends.
And then, there were students. Mr. W’s betrayal of  students, of the parents of students who trusted him.
She assured me they hadn’t “gone all the way” – that it was stolen moments of oral sex in our classrooms.
My BFF felt special – out of all the very pretty girls in our school – she was the one he chose.
I didn’t feel so sure about this – I felt that she was the one he chose to dupe. I didn’t envy her at all. She really believed he loved her.
But how could one believe a man would love you if he was cheating on his wife, on his children, on the school (a Catholic school!).
She came from a great family. A big family. A loving family. A mother that joked about sex and was more of a friend than a parent. I loved her family.
I could barely look at Mr. W the next day at school, or the days that followed. I had no one to turn to – no one to confide in. I remember warning my BFF that is just didn’t seem right. But a grown-up, a handsome, very popular grown up ‘loved’ her – she couldn’t see, she wouldn’t see, why this might be harmful to her confidence, to her spirit.
And then, when she was out of town visiting relatives, her mother and father arrived at my house.
Her mother asked me to please come out to the car.
It was a station wagon. I slid into the backseat, sitting on the edge. In the rear view mirror I could see the face of my BFF’s father. He had tears in his eyes. I’d never seen a grown man cry.
I thought my BFF had died. Why else would her mother and father be at my house?
They quickly assured me she was okay.
Then her mother started crying. She asked me to please be honest with her. She said she knew I was a good friend and very loyal, but for the safety of my BFF- she begged me to be honest.
“Is she having an affair with a teacher?”
I remember not answering. What do I do? What do I say?
I was angry I’d been placed in this situation. Watching parents CRYING because a teacher had betrayed them. Stolen the innocence of their oldest child.
Do the right thing. It’s what I’ve always been told. But loyalty to me was top of that ‘right’ list. Because if you don’t have loyalty, if you don’t have trust, what do you have?
And then, they made it very, very easy for me.
“I found letters. Behind her bathroom mirror. I was cleaning her room. I wanted to surprise her. I wasn’t even looking for anything.  I found letters. I just need to know if it’s true.”
She couldn’t believe it. Was it some kind of joke? Was it real? How could this be true?
All at once I was relieved.
My decision was easy. I couldn’t lie to her parents in the face of evidence (and what kind of STUPID teacher writes his student love letters!!!)
“Yes. It’s true.”
There was much crying. Her father started openly crying. Her mother was sobbing. I was crying.
I dreaded what would happen when I’d have to face my BFF again. I couldn’t text her to warn her. I couldn’t even call her as she was out of town and I didn’t have the number.
Of course, she was angry and hurt when she found out I had confirmed to her parents.
Mr. W was forced to resign. He (and his family) moved out of town.
Did I mention that he was a popular, well loved teacher?
I learned about ‘mob’ mentality early in life. I learned about illogical ideas, illogical people. I learned early about hypocrisy.
For the cold shoulder I got from my friend was understandable, but the anger I received from the upper classmen because their beloved teacher was forced to resign, to move, was shocking.
The football coach (and PE teacher) called me into his office.
“Why did you do that?”
I was flustered. Why did I do that?
I was at fault?
Not the grown ass teacher sleeping with an impressionable student?
“Do you think she is the first one? Do you think this doesn’t go on? Do you think I haven’t had affairs?” And then he proceeded to name some girls who had graduated the year before. Pretty, popular, girls.
I had liked him (the football coach PE teacher) prior to this beatdown I was getting. Again, I never ever suspected, nor had I even heard any rumors about girls having sex with teachers. He told me if I breathed a word, he’d make my life miserable at school.
There was no “Google” back then. No place to go to find out if this was happening to other people (teachers having sex with students, teachers threating students for ‘whistle-blowing’). Of course, I did tell my close friends what the gym teacher had said, but we were all intimidated and afraid to say anything. It was a small school. You couldn’t exactly get lost in the crowd.
I learned sometimes it was easier not to raise hell when it came to the truth if it meant the difference between living comfortably or living in fear of retaliation.
I learned that even if you have a family that seems to have it all – loving parents, great brothers and sisters, great friends, it won’t protect you.
I learned that sex is confused with love and both can destroy.
After graduation, my BFF ran into Mr. W. He was in town with the team he was now coaching.
Despite all of the heartache and pain that Mr. W had inflicted on so many people, my BFF still held a romantic idea of him. She always regretted they didn’t “go all the way.”
Well, that night, many years later, my now married BFF and Mr. W (who was still married to the woman he had cheated on) – left the bar, rendezvoused on a dirt road, and consummated what they hadn’t when she was a young teenager.
When she told me, she was a bit ashamed – more so that her husband would find out – but more than anything, I think she was proud. “He still wanted me.”
To the outside world, she is the perfect mother, wife, and friend.
I bring up this story now because I was thinking of how illogical people can be. How popular opinion can turn what is true and right (teachers shouldn’t take advantage of young kids) – a true friend wouldn’t sleep with your teenage child – into hate against the person who committed no wrong other than telling the truth.
People often criticize me for standing up when I see other people being manipulated. They think I’m crazy for going against the grain.
It took me a-long time (and many mistakes) to realize that character is everything. Thinking individually is everything.
I see the way sex is portrayed as a ‘right’ – not something to be honored between loving, people in a committed union.
And the conflict! Women are taught that using sex is powerful. That sleeping around it powerful. That being free with sex is liberating.
And then they accuse men of raping them when he doesn’t call back.
They complain that men treat them as objects – meanwhile they dress like Beyonce and leave nothing to the imagination.
In my lifetime, sex has never, ever been ‘oppressive,’ though certainly, it has increasingly seeped into YA literature, movies, tv, songs – really, there is no escape from the taunting of lizard brain desires and, just like when you’re not hungry but you see a commercial for a fabulous pizza or smell steak on a BBQ, you want it.
In a society where ‘everyone’ is openly having sex, bragging about sex; it seems to me if you want to be truly remarkable and individual, you will save your sex for the person who truly respects you. You won’t allow society to tell you there must be something wrong with you for not wanting to put out.
There are many things that happened in my past that shaped me into being outspoken and unconventional – but there is no doubt that the experience of Mr. W and my best friend; the fallout that occurred after, is one defining episode of my life.
My ‘teachers’ and my peers may have intimidated me into being ‘quiet’ when I was a teenager, but I am no longer that impressionable, and certainly no longer enraptured with what society and culture tell me I’m missing out on.
Know that as a parent, you can do all the right things, and still, if a pervert wants to take advantage of your child, he will. From experience I can tell you it is a MYTH that girls seek the attention of men if/when their fathers’ are not ‘involved.’
Girls seek the attention of men because A)It is part of nature. B)Because everything in society tell you to be of importance, you must be half of a whole.
Watch what your kids read. It is hard for me to find any Young Adult books that don’t contain sex, drugs, and violence not as a warning, but as desirable.
Don’t count on the church to give your children morals and values. Or anyone else for that matter. You need to instill that in them, and more importantly, you need to show them by YOUR action (something I learned a bit too late!).
Well, that’s all I have to say. Maybe not quite. I hope Mr. W and my old gym teacher have a constant case of genital warts. And I hope the wives’ they cheated on wised up, divorced them, and got a big fat alimony check.