Our Daily Bread

Isaac Asimov tells the story of a rough ocean crossing during which a Mr. Jones became terribly seasick. At an especially rough time, a kind steward patted Jones on the shoulder and said, “I know, sir, that it seems awful. But remember, no one ever died of seasickness.” Mr. Jones lifted his green countenance to the steward’s concerned face and replied, “Oh, don’t say that! It’s only the wonderful hope of dying that keeps me alive.”