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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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.
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