From Dale Carnegie’s How to Win Friends and Influence People
In the early nineteenth century, a young man in London aspired to be a writer. But everything seemed to be against him. He had never been able to attend school more than four years. His father had been flung in jail because he couldn’t pay his debts, and this young man often knew the pangs of hunger. Finally, he got a job pasting labels on bottles of blacking in a rat-infested warehouse, and he slept at night in a dismal attic room with other boys – guttersnipes from the slums of London. He had so little confidence in his ability to write that he sneaked out and mailed his first manuscript in the dead of night so nobody would laugh at him. Story after story was refused. Finally the great day came when one was accepted. True, he wasn’t paid a shilling for it, but one editor praised him. One editor had given him recognition. He was so thrilled that he wandered aimlessly the streets with tears down his cheeks.
The praise, the recognition, that he received through getting one story in print, changed his whole life, for if it hadn’t been for that encouragement, he might have spent his entire life working in rat-infested factories. You may have heard of that boy. His name was Charles Dickens.
I believe that postmillennial, dominion-minded Christians will rise to high positions – as the ability to deliver the kind of excellent, God-pleasing results will naturally lead to.
When they do so, they could do worse than learn the lessons of Dale Carnegie’s masterwork. Good talent is to be put to work, no matter where it is found, and a keen eye can spot it early, shaping it to the best instrument possible for the work at hand.
I was privileged to discover this moving passage as a member of Gary North’s Business I course. I recommend it.
As for the fourth-rate, ignorant leftist drones who spew cant about while male privilege, and have nothing but infinite contempt when it comes to dead white male authors… well, I trust that godly men – white, black, whatever – will defend excellence and high achievement, regardless of the skin colour of the writer.
God expects it, so we should do it.
And if the majority of top-tier writers of English happen to be White men… well, what of it? It’s a language that was native to several majority-White societies for centuries, and is widely used by White people today. Surprise, surprise…
[My apologies for the distracting political interlude: but as the Loving Masters desire to smash and destroy all things that don’t meet their ideological vision of featureless, undifferentiated conformist equality, Christians must act to defend what is real, as well as what is noble, true, holy and just.]