One day, an elderly man phoned me up out of the blue. He was looking for someone to help him write a book about his life. His English was impeccable, and he had an accent that I couldn't quite place. Then he said something that made my jaw drop: he was a Holocaust survivor.
Few achieve extraordinary destinies, but those few do not serve as the sole source of inspiration or solidarity. That to which we can relate delivers the most profound impact upon those of us who live ordinary lives, because that’s where we recognize ourselves.
I have found that, no matter how efficacious the program or credentialed the author, it is a rare thing indeed to find a self-help manuscript that is written with clarity and depth and with just the right amount of encouragement and spirit.