My life has been a series of tragedies, none of which actually happened.
I’ve never picked the right things to worry about; I’ve spent my whole life worrying about the wrong things. Every single thing that I’ve spent all my time worrying over and trying to prevent has never happened. Three kids, all these years. No. I’ve been wrong every time. The things that did happen, well, those I never would have predicted. And in the end those things turned out fine. Why do I do this to myself?
While visiting the Baltimore Aquarium, I overheard ...