I worked with Harold, who was forty-seven years old, for several months. He was worried about being laid-off and not being able to support his family. He was a compulsive worrier. He beagan losing weight, was unable to sleep and was getting sick frequently. In counseling, we talked about the futility of worry and how he could choose to be content. But Harold was a true worrier, and he felt that it was his responsiblity to worry about possible impending disaster every day. Finally, after months of worry, he did receive his pink slip and was unemployed for the first time in his life. Within three days, he had secured another position, one which paid more, and gave him a great deal more satisfaction. He had used his compulsiveness to find the new job. His search was rapid and relentless. And all of his worry had been useless. His family had not starved, and Harold had not collapsed. Like most worrry-producing gloom pictures in one's head, the eventuality resulted in benefits, rather than horror. Harold learned firsthand the futility of worry, and he has actually begun toadopt a non-worry stance in his life.