Radical Attraction - A Law of Attraction Story

Radical Attraction is a novel of a Steve's adventures which involve in the visitation of difficulty and disaster. Through these disasters, Steve meets the mysterious Gus. A gentelman of suspect fashion sense he takes Steve under his wing and introduces him to the Law of Attraction. 


It seems Gus has a "secret" system  which utilises the Law of Attraction and he begins to teach Steve how to create the things he desires in his life.

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The story continues. Steve's life gets wilder and more complicated if that's possible. And his relationship with the mysterious relationship with Gus develops.

Chapter 3

  

Steve had decided that he would head to the park to get some quiet time to contemplate what the hell he was going to do with his life. He made to a short detour to his favourite café to pick up a jumbo latte from his favourite café, the “Lazy Dog.” The proprietor, Phi, handed it to him with and happy smile and wished a great day.

He was hoping to get some fresh air in the park to clear his head, which was somewhat  congested with the mess Jenny had created. As he entered the park, he once again made his way to his favourite park bench. All of sudden he was startled by the revving of an engine and the screeching of tyres. He turned to where the sound was coming from. To his surprise he saw a Mercedes SUV, apparently the same car that had been involved in the “T-boning” at the school. It was now sporting a huge dent in the front bonnet. It swerved off the park access road, mounted the footpath and was now charging towards him!

For a moment his feet were stuck to the spot. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car he froze. He waived his hands to try and get the driver to slow down and turn off the footpath. Instead the SUV seemed to speed up, heading straight for Steve. Suddenly he felt somebody career into his shoulder, propelling him off the path and into the adjoining shrubbery. His jumbo latte flying into the air. Just as he hit the ground, the charging Mercedes flew past in a cloud of dust apparently heading for an exit on the other side of the park.

Steve began to lift himself from the ground and was startled to see that the person who had pushed him out of the path of the SUV was none other that Gus! Dressed in dark pin stripe trousers, hawiian shirt, green and blue plaid jacket topped with a straw boater he was certainly a colourful if somewhat dubious sight.

“Hi!” Gus chuckled. “It seems you’ve upset someone!”

“Yeah! Got no I do who, but they seem to have a hell of a temper!” Steve stuttered, being somewhat dazed by what had just transpired.  “That was some tackle you laid old fella!”

“I used to be a pretty good footballer! And who you calling old.”

“Certainly not you! Thanks for the great tackle! You saved my life! Thankyou so much!”

“You’re welcome.”  Replied Gus with a smile. “So why would someone being trying to kill you?”

Steve shook his head. “I’ve got no idea. But life has gotten a bit weird in the last day.”

As they moved to the bench they both favoured, Steve explained to Gus about the events of the last day. The great sales result after he had held the vision and feeling of sales success and then the devastation of arriving home to find his kids sitting alone in the house, which had been stripped of everything of value. Steve went on to detail the discovery of the bank accounts having raided of every cent that he owned and how angry he felt with Jenny and what she had done. He finished with getting the number one car spot and the ensuing car accident apparently involving the car that had just tried to kill him.

“The SUV hitting someone in the car spot you’ve just left doesn’t seem to be a coincidence, does it?” Steve questioned.

“No it doesn’t.” agreed Gus. “It seems that the attempt in the park might have been their second go.”

“Wow!” Steve exclaimed. “Who the hell would want me dead? I mean. I’m just a nobody.”

“Someone thinks their life would be better off without you around.”

“What do I do? Do I go to the police and tell them that I think someone is trying to kill me? They’ll think crazy!”

“Yes. It all seems a little implausible. They might just laugh at you.”

“And Jenny. I’m just so angry that I could kill her! If she were here, you’d have to restrain me. What she has done to me and the kids is just terrible.”

“You’re right it’s awful. You have every right to feel that way. “

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive her.” Confessed Steve.

“But soon enough you’ll have to work through your anger. Other wise you’ll just be consumed by it and that doesn’t lead to a happy life.” Advised Gus.

“You might be right, but at the moment I don’t see how I could forgive her” Grumbled Steve.

 “I have always found that it’s better to focus on the things I want now, than focussing on the bad things that have happened,” Gus advised

“You know I’m sure I’ve always done the exact opposite. I get so worked up about all the problems that I have and worry about how I’m going to solve them. I always feel overwhelmed by how bad I feel about problems. It often makes me feel stuck.”

“And then what happens? Do you find the problems keep on coming.”

“Yeah. Like with my sales. I’ve been so consumed with the fact I was not making sales and that I might lose my job, Their didn’t seem to be a way out. My results just got worse and worse.”

“Then it’s seems as though you keep re-living the same stories over and over again.” Agreed Gus.

“Yeah like with my marriage with Jenny. Money always seemed to be a problem.  Every time it looked like we might be getting somewhere, some sort of disaster would strike or all these unexpected bills would arrive and we would be back struggling again. Even when things looked good, all I did was worry about money. Just waiting for the next problem”

“Of course. That’s how most people operate. They feel money is scarce and so they’re seemingly always focussed on whether they have enough. That’s why you keep falling back. You’re focussing on not having money instead what it would be like to have money and be prosperous. Remember! Think what you want!”

“So that’s why yesterday I took your advice and focussed on how I wanted it to be and not worrying about not making sales and getting sacked it all. And viole! I’ve even got a meeting this afternoon for what will be the biggest deal of my career! That can’t be coincidence. Can it?”

 “No I don’t think so. Congratulations!”

“Thanks.” Said Steve.

“So, Think what you want! Don’t focus on how bad things are. Instead focus on how good you’d like things to be. Notice how good this feels, then the good things can only come to your life.”

“How does that happen?”

“Well I have always found when my thoughts and feelings were good. Good things happen. I also found that if allowed myself to wallow in misery and only seemed to perpetuate things.  Things just always seemed to get worse.”

“Really?”

“So along time ago I decided to focus only on the positive things in my life. Hence, ‘Think what you want’. I found it helped keep my thoughts positive and once I started it didn’t take long for things to go well for me.”

“Wow.”

“It wasn’t easy at first. Like you, I had learnt in my early life to constantly focus on problems and trouble. Always on the look out for the next disaster and wondering when my money would run out. But slowly I learnt how to maintain a positive outlook on life and so have enjoyed many great things.”

“No joke.” Exclaimed Steve.

“No joke. Some people call it the Law of Attraction. Some call it positive thinking. Others call it positive thinking. No matter what you call it, I have found that the universe responds to your thoughts with like conditions in your life.”

“I’ve heard of the I am Attraction. It’s been on daytime TV! Jenny was going on about at one stage.”

“ Yes it’s certainly made the talk shows. It just means ‘like is attracted to like life’. Hence ‘think what you want!’ ”

“That’s amazing. So to get what I want I, should think about what I want, not about the hell I’ve been through or how bad people have been to me.”

Steve starts to get it.

“That’s right!”

“So instead of plotting revenge on Jenny and being furious about the position I am I need to focus on where I want to be.”

“Now you get it.”

“But revenge and retaliation can be so satisfying.”

“I know it’s hard not to be vengeful. You want others to suffer as you have suffered. But this will only hold you in a negative place and it becomes difficult for joy and happiness to come into your life.” Replied Gus

“I reckon it can be difficult to move past the hurt and anger.”

“Nobody said it’s easy, but the results can be stunning.”

“How do you know about this stuff?” Quizzed Steve.

Gus laughs. “I’m an older man who has had many teachers and many experiences.”

“So I need to focus on creating positively and not focus on the negatives of my past.”

But he was talking to himself. Gus had disappeared, as if into thin air.

Radical Attraction - A Law of Attraction Story

Radical Attraction is a novel of a Steve's adventures which involve in the visitation of difficulty and disaster. Through these disasters, Steve meets the mysterious Gus. A gentelman of suspect fashion sense he takes Steve under his wing and introduces him to the Law of Attraction. 


It seems Gus has a "secret" system  which utilises the Law of Attraction and he begins to teach Steve how to create the things he desires in his life.

For more stuff, go to my website:

www.practicalattraction.com.au

Chapter 2

Once Steve was back in his car he felt energised, as some of the weight of all the turmoil in his life had been lifted. As he drove back towards the office he thought about how would like his job to be.  He let his mind wander enjoying the good feelings that arose as envisioned some big new accounts. He also saw a lot of is little small accounts growing to contribute lots of new revenue. He was feeling good about himself and the business just flowed.

He held these good feeling thoughts until he arrived back at the office. As he passed reception Susie was the cute little receptionist called.

“Hang on minute Steve! There is a message for you.”

He double backed and took the message slip that Susie was holding in her hand and gave a smile.

“Thanks.” And headed off to his desk where he glanced at the note. It was from Dave Preston, the Purchasing Manager at Metcom, a company whose business Steve had been chasing their business for months. He quickly rang.

“Hi Dave. Steve Watkins from Speedeeway Freight.”

“Oh, hi Steve. Thanks for returning my call. I’ve just been through those new rates you dropped off last week and I’m happy to say I think that we can do business.”

“Hey that’s great. Thanks Dave. That’s great news. Can I drop off the agreement tomorrow, say 2-30.”

“2-30 sounds great. See you then.”

“See you then.”

And just like that, Steve had hooked his biggest account ever. Almost skipping with joy he headed down to his boss’s office to give him the good news knowing this would take a lot of the pressure off him.

“Great stuff Steve!” Exclaimed his boss on hearing the good news. “I knew you could do it. This will do your figures no end of good.”

Steve enjoyed the glowing feeling of success. He couldn’t help thinking of the apparent coincidence between the advice Gus had given him to focus on the solution instead of the problem and a monster account landing his lap seemingly out of the blue.

On the drive home he felt happy, with the knowledge that something had finally gone right for him. He was looking forward to getting home to enjoy the kids and share a home cooked meal from his lovely wife Jenny. It had been a bit bumpy between he Jenny recently. She was constantly moaning that “all” her friends had new cars and were going on great holidays, whilst she still had to put up with her 5 year old Toyota, which wasn’t brand new but was still a nice little car. But it wasn’t a BMW or a fancy four wheel drive so it was apparently not good enough. As for the holidays, although they hadn’t been overseas to Bali or Thailand or such, they still had what seemed very nice holidays up the north coast but they just couldn’t quite keep up with the Joneses and this was a real problem for Jenny who valued social status. It seemed things had gotten a bit better recently and Jenny was mostly being nice to him and so Steve was confident they could get things back on an even keel again.

He had a good run through the traffic and soon he pulled into the driveway of his house. It wasn’t the biggest or flashest houses in the street but it was very comfortable and it was home. He came to the driveway and eased the car up towards the garage. But something was wrong. Jenny’s car wasn’t in the garage and the outdoor setting which sat on the paved area at the rear of the house had disappeared and there was only one light on inside the house where normally expect to lights to be on in at least a couple of rooms.

He got out of the car, taking his brief case with him. He made his way to the back door, opening it and stepping inside.

The scene that greeted him was a huge shock. There were his kids sitting in the middle of the family room, which was totally devoid of furniture including the wide screen TV which was Steve’s pride and joy.

“Mum’s left us.” They had wailed.

Apparently whilst the kids were at school and Steve at work, she had brought in the removalist and stripped the house of everything of value. There was a dear Steve letter on the kitchen bench that detailed her anger and frustration at the life of struggle with Steve. She had done her bit, deserved better and so it was Steve’s turn to take care of the kids and so she had take only what was rightfully hers. She went onto say that there was no point in trying to speak to her because as far as she was concerned Steve and the kids were now and in a past life and she was going to do whatever she wanted.

It was like he had been hit with a sledgehammer. Any happiness from his success this afternoon instantly evaporated as the starkness of his kids sitting in the middle of any empty house hit him. Anger welled up inside him as the deviousness and swiftness of his wife’s actions dawned on him. Fury swirled inside him. 

“So Mum wasn’t home you got home?”

“No. She just left a note on the door saying the keys were under the mat.”

“So why didn’t you ring me?”

“We did! But you didn’t answer.”

Steve fumbled for his mobile phone in his suit pocket. He pulled it out only to discover that the battery had gone flat.

“Damn! Sorry kids. The battery’s gone flat.”

“Dad. We’re hungry!” Cried the kids, Joel and Stephanie. In spite of the disaster that had just exploded in his life, it was time for the day-to-day necessities. Cleaning up this mess could wait until rumbling stomachs had been silenced. So he bundled the kids in the car and headed of to the local burger place.  The kid’s chose their favourite meals and Steve went for the biggest burger they had. The young girl behind the counter totalled up the bill.

“$21-50!” She said with a bright smile.

Steve rummaged around in his wallet and pullout debit card and passed it over.

The girl swiped the card and keyed in the amount. Steve dutifully keyed his pin. A few seconds past as the machine whirred into life.

“Declined.” Announced the burger girl.

Steve was stunned. It couldn’t be. He had just been paid 2 days go and there should have been plenty of money in the account.

“Can we try again?”

“Sure.” Replied the burger girl.

The machine whirred once again.

“I’m sorry sir. It’s been declined again.”

Steve pulled out his credit card.

“Declined.”

He goes for his ‘emergency” credit card.

“Declined.”

Steve was confused. How could this be?

He found $15 in his wallet and asked the girl if it was ok if he went out to his car where he knew he had some coins, which he kept for parking meters.

Soon he was back, having scrounged up the required $6.50. He and the kids settled in one of the booths in the burger place and hungrily attacked their meals.

Steve’s head was spinning. What had happened to all his cards? There was no way he had “maxed” them out and a feeling of dread washed over him. In short time the burgers were demolished, Steve and the kids soon arrived home. Steve found that Jenny had left one other thing behind which was the small 25 year old TV that they used to use in their bedroom. He dug it out of the wardrobe and set up for the kids to watch while he got his head around what had happened.

Since the family computer had been taken, he found the charger for his smart phone and used to check his bank account balance. His heart pumped vigorously as a big fat zero stuck out from the statement where there had been a healthy $6000 a couple of days earlier.

Quickly checked his credit cards. They had both been used to their limit. $15000 on one and $10000 on the other.

“Jenny!” He spat out her name in contempt.

The credit card statements detailed a litany of wild spending. Clothes, shoes, jewellery, spa treatments and some very hefty cash advances. She had wiped him out!

The true magnitude of the situation dawned on him. Stuck in house with 2 kids with no food, no money or furniture except for three single beds and a 25 five year old TV!

Anger welled up inside as he thought of Jenny’s audacity to take everything they had, except for the house, leaving him to look after the kids with nothing. Then he had a gnawing thought.

“The house!”

Steve made a mental note to ring the bank and check that the mortgage was still ok.

By this time he was boiling with fury. What was he to do? He couple of deep breathes. The anger subsided a little and he decided to ring his Mum and see if she could help him out.

It was a difficult phone call as his Mum, Joy, had never liked Jenny and so she had taken the opportunity to drop in a couple of I told you so’s, which had really stung. In the end she offered some money to get him by and breakfast for him and the kids in the morning, but the payback would be the need to provide a blow by blow and suffer a few more I told you so’s.

It was getting late, so he began to herd the kids off to bed. Once they had brushed their teeth, amazingly Jenny had left the electric tooth brushes, he tucked them into bed and made his way to the remaining bed in the guest room and propped himself up on the pillows and let the amazing events of today to swirl around him.

He awoke in the morning, well he got out of bed, which is more accurate, as very little sleeping was done. He made the kids get ready to go over to his Mum’s, about 5km away, for breakfast.

His night in bed had been filled with a mixture of amazement at the goings on at the park and encounter with Gus, the big win at work and the incredible mess that Jenny had left behind.

His mind was filled with expletives as he masticated over how deceitful and selfish she had been. She hadn’t even said anything. Not even a, “I’m unhappy, what can we do?”. She had just left and taken everything she could get her hands on. He could understand her doing it to him. He was a big boy and could look after himself. But the kids! That was a different question. How could you just up and leave your own children? It beggared belief!

They soon arrived at Joy’s house and she was kind and conciliatory, with not even one gloat. In fact she was most worried about the Stephanie and Joel, and the impact of their mother up and leaving might have. Whilst Joy got breakfast organised, Steve rang his boss and explained he had a family disaster and would not be at work until lunchtime so he could get things sorted a bit. It’s amazing what a good sale can do, as he was most understanding and told Steve to take whatever time he needed.

Sitting at the breakfast bar of Joy’s kitchen, they all munched through a breakfast of fruit salad, cereal and some chunky toast smothered in strawberry jam. It’s amazing how this made them all feel a whole lot better after the ordeal of last night. Joy suggested that the children stay with her for a couple of days while Steve got things back on a even keel, which seemed a really good idea.

“You know I’ve still got the furniture from the beach house, when we sold it after your Dad died. It’s in the garage still and you’re more than welcome to have it. And you can take my old fridge too.” Judy offered.

“That would be great Mum. That will help us get out of this jam.”

He gave his Mum a kiss and got the kids organised to head off to school. Judy discreetly handed a bundle of $100 bills and Steve started to feel little better. At least he could survive until the weekend when he could get himself a bit more sorted.

He and the kids jumped in the car and he drove the short distance to the school. Finding a parking spot to drop the kids was always fraught with danger and as a number of parents treated it like some sort of demolition derby. The use of indicators seemed to be optional and radical u-turns across the paths the regular stock in trade.

As Steve approached the parking area in front of the school he strangely had a flash of what Gus has said to him, “you need to change your focus and thoughts to how you want things and not how they are.”

Steve changes his thought from the usual chaos he expected to easily sweeping to a just vacated spot. Beautiful!

This thought made him feel a lot better and was a significant improvement on the apprehension he was previously feeling.

As he approached the first car in the long line of cars outside the school he could see a vacant spot about half way up the line. Steadily they approached the spot. They were 30 metres away. Surely it was theirs. All of sudden there was a screech of tires and all of a sudden a big black BMW SUV performed a radical U-turn right in front of them, roaring into the vacant spot.

Steve held his cool. No swearing or cursing today as was his usual practice.

 “It mustn’t be the one. “ He thought calmly holding his thought of sliding into the perfect car park.

He continued to glide up past the line of cars. The end of the line was only 20 metres away.

“Stay calm.” He thought. “I’m gonna get the right spot.”

Then like magic the indicators on the first car in the line turned on its indicator and slid out in front of Steve, allowing him to drive into the first spot! Something that had never happened to him before!

“What was that?” he thought to himself as he sat in the number one spot waiting for his Stephanie and Joel to get out.

“What’s happening there?” He continued to think.

“See ya Dad!” cried the kids as the alighted from the car.

“See ya! Have a great day!”

And with that, the kids ran off towards the school date to begin their day.

He watched Stephanie and Joel disappear amongst the throng of kids in the schoolyard, put his indicator on, looked up in his rear vision mirror checking every was clear, he eased into the traffic. He’d gone a mere twenty metres down the road when Steve heard an almighty crash!

Looking in the rear vision mirror he could a Mercedes SUV had “T-boned” a Toyota sedan as they competed for the prime spot that Steve had just vacated. He shook his head in amazement as he glanced at the mayhem that had occurred as a result of the competition for the car space he had recently vacated. He could see a cloud of steam pouring from the Mercedes as the view disappeared from his rear vision mirror.

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Radical Attraction - A Law of Attraction Story

Radical Attraction is a novel of a Steve's adventures which involve in the visitation of difficulty and disaster. Through these disasters, Steve meets the mysterious Gus. A gentelman of suspect fashion sense he takes Steve under his wing and introduces him to the Law of Attraction. 


It seems Gus has a "secret" system  which utilises the Law of Attraction and he begins to teach Steve how to create the things he desires in his life.

For more stuff, go to my website:

www.practicalattraction.com.au

Chapter 1

Another day, another disaster! The Pressure had been on Steve for sometime. In the last three months he had been halled into the bosses office on numerous occasions, where it was made clear to him that his performance had better improve or he was out of a job.

There had been a time where he was free of this kind of pressure because he easily and regularly made or exceeded his targets. The rounds of the Sales Manager’s office Speedeeway Freight, was an experience had by other people in the sales team, not Steve. But the last three months had been really difficult. No matter what he did his performance continually deteriorated and he was becoming overwhelmed by the fear and apprehension of losing his job. He just didn’t know what to do!

In frustration he looked for refuge in a nearby park at lunch time, hoping the companionship of the ducks and the swans that swam on the lake would give him some relief from the extreme stress he was experiencing. The fear of losing job and infiltrated into his daily work and things just didn’t flow like they used to.

He had found the park a great refuge in the past when he had to struggle with life’s battles. The ducks clucked away doing their daily business and the swans glided past in a picture of perfection giving some relief to his human predicaments. Somehow he always felt better for his little escapes here.

And so it was today. The fear of losing his job still reverberating inside him as he made his way to one the benches dotted around the lake, depositing himself on the seats teak slats. He opened the lunch bag that he had brought with him to discover what delicacies his wife had bestowed upon him today. Some days it was a very pleasant surprise and others it was the dregs of the left overs from the previous night which were often a struggle to eat.

Today it was a pleasant surprise. His favourite roast chicken on some great sour dough and as he started munch, the delicious sandwich he began to dwell on the events of the morning.

How had it come to this? Why now was he suffering all this difficulty, because to be truthful, work was not the only of his life where he was struggling. He was having plenty of ups and downs in his marriage, his doctor was giving him grief about him about his weight and health and money had become an issue as his sales results stumbled. It was like Murphy’s Law was running his life!

What was he to do? There just seemed to impasses in every aspect of his life. As the despair began to build within him he was startled by a figure appearing next to the park bench.

“Excuse me.” Said the very dapper looking gentleman standing next to the seat.

“Do you mind if I join you. This is my favourite seat.”

“Mine too.” Grumbled Steve. “You get a great view of the whole park from here.”

“You’re right. Best seat in the house!”

Steve managed to grab a glimpse of the gentleman who had just joined him on “the best seat in the house.” He was wearing a brown velvet suit with a violet coloured shirt and an indigo bow tie. Whatever was this gentleman’s calling, it certainly wasn’t fashion design and Steve chuckled to himself about the rather unusual fashion statement that was being made.

There was something else unusual about this man apart from his attire. His aged seemed to be indeterminable. From one angle he seemed old but different perspective there seemed to a youthful radiance.

“What’s the matter son? You’re looking a bit troubled there.”

Steve was surprised that his despair was so visible.

“Yeah. Life is serving a bit me a turd sandwich at the moment.”

“I can’t imagine that to be too pleasant.” The mysterious gentleman replied with a chuckle.

“ No, not at all.”

Steve wasn’t the type to burden others with his troubles but there was something about this gentleman that just made want to get it all off his chest and before he knew it he was detail all his life travails. The job. The wife. His health. His weight. Money. The whole shooting match. As he did the suffocating weight of his troubles gradually lifted. The helplessness he had felt when arrived at the park had eased.

“Well that does sound as though you have got yourself into to some kind of pickle.” Said the innovatively dressed gentleman as Steve came to the end of his tale of woe.

“Sure have and you know I feel a how lot better for you letting me talk about it and I’m a little embarrassed because I don’t even know your name.”

“Augustus.”

“Augustus!” Proclaimed a little surprised by the formality of the man’s name. “Please to meet you Augustus. My name is Steve.”

“Hi Steve. You can call me Gus for short.”

“Ok Gus it is!”

“You know Steve. One of the things I found in life is that when you get yourself in a pickle like you have, you tend to focus on the mess you’re in and the fear and possible disasters that could occur and focus on a solution.”

“You know you’re right. I’ve been in such a panic and fear. I have felt so overawed that I haven’t be able to see a way out.”

“That’s right. It’s very common for this to happen. So one thing I have found is that the solution has to be different to the problem.”

“The solution has to be different to the problem? ” Steve repeated.

“That’s right! You can’t create a solution by focusing on the problem.”

“That kinda makes sense.”

It does. So what it means is that you need to change your focus and thoughts to how you want things to become. Not how they are and all the difficulty you are experiencing.”

“Wow!” Gasped as he had some sort of epiphany.

“You were telling me about the problems you’ve had in making sales. All your focus has been on what will happen if you don’t make your target and how you might lose your job.”

“Yeah. I’ve been so worried.”

“What instead you focussed on the type of results that you want and worked at feeling good and expecting good results. Do you think that’s a better way to go?”

“ Yeah. I think it’s a better way to go but I always seem to get overwhelmed by worry and fearI find it really hard to feel good!”

“At first it can be hard, but if you just take a moment to refocus your thoughts until you feel better about your predicament, you will be amazed at the difference it can make.”

“Now you put it that way, focussing on your fears doesn’t make sense. Does it? If you focus on the solution things can only get better!”

“Now you’re talking!”

“So what would be the best outcome at work?”

“I could land a big new account and maybe a couple of my other accounts could give us work they are currently giving to other carriers.”

“So picture that in your mind.”

“Ok.”

“How does it feel when you land that contract?’

“It feels great!”

“That feels a little better than all that worry you’ve been carrying around?”

“Sure does!”

“Ok. So remember that feeling and if you ever start being overwhelmed again with the fear of losing your job just remember that feeling and see what happens!”

“Alright. I’ll give it a go!”

At just that moment a woman’s screams filled the air.

“He’s got my purse!”

There was a pounding of feet and a man sprinting for his life came into sight from around the bushes that were at the side of the park bench where Steve and Gus were sitting. He had a black purse in his hand and was scurrying for the exit to the park.

All of sudden the thief was flying through air. He tangled with Gus’s foot, which he had been deftly extended, tripping the escaping man. There was a mighty thud as he landed flat on his face.

Steve instinctively jumped on his back, pinning him to the ground. A distraught woman then appeared panting from her pursuit.

“Well done!” She cried as she reached the place where Steve had the culprit pinned to the ground.

“I think you should call the police.” Advised Steve as deftly pushed the man’s face into the ground to suppress his continuing struggles to break free.

Soon the police arrived. Addresses and statements were taken and the would be offender was ushered towards the police divisional van for his transfer to the police station.

The owner of the purse, a tall attractive blond, thanked Steve and gave him a peck on the cheek, which made his day. Steve looked for Gus to thank him for his counsel but he was nowhere to be seen. He had disappeared as mysteriously as he had arrived.