Time ran an article about a sergeant who had been wounded on Guadalcanal. Hit in the throat by a shell fragment, this sergeant had had seven blood transfusions. Writing a note to his doctor, he asked: “Will I live?” The doctor replied: “Yes.” He wrote another note, asking: “Will I be able to talk?” Again the answer was yes. He then wrote another note, saying: “Then what in hell am I worrying about?” Why don’t you stop right now and ask yourself: “What in the hell am I worrying about?”
