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1) Youth--at 30, the finest, fullest years ahead.
2) Health.
3) Education and intelligence--practically an assured future.
4) An acute conscience, the great rudder.
5) An intelligent outlook on life.
6) Faith.
7) A happy home--a wonderful wife, two fine children.
8) Mother--her love, help and guidance.
9) Willie's parents--their love and support.
10) Taste.
11) The experiences of an appreciated 30 years.

The liabilities are listed as follows:

1) An indefinite program--no definite purpose.
2) Lack of opinions on politics, work, my life, etc.
3) Diffidence and reticence.
4) Inferiority complex.
5) Difficulty getting started on desired projects.
6) Difficulty carrying through--lethargy mental and physical.
7) Inability to get the most out of life.
8) Inability to make most of assets--dormant personality.
9) Slow to make decisions and carry out positively.
10) A general disorganization of my life.

Following the above, I laid out an elaborate program to cope with these liabilities which I'd blush to put down here because much of it was impractical and too detailed and would have required a manager constantly with me checking my every move, keeping a score on my entire performance, and calling my attention to every item on my program as it came up. About all I can say some 41 years later is that I did somehow keep hounding myself on many of these failings and gradually overcame many of them to some extent at least or I'd not have wound up where I did in the General Electric Company
During this general period, I had another spot where I'd go occasionally to think things out as I did along the lake at the GE picnic grove. It was a country road that ran along the crest of the hill south of Harbor Creek. I'd sometimes pick up a sandwich and something to drink in Wesleyville and drive up there, park along the roadside, and eat my lunch while enjoying as well as being inspired by the view. What a sight it was! You could have a look at the full sweep of the countryside to the north until it ended at the lake itself. In late August, the chirping of the crickets and the humming of the locusts told of late summer. The rolling hills, the trees, the great elm nearby, the vineyards, the plowed fields, a farmer and his team harrowing, outlined against the horizon, and far away the lake almost like the sky and fading into it. And in another direction, the tall GE stack, symbolic of another phase of my life. From here I returned to the office recharged.