Former Senator Dwight W. Morrow searched in vain to find his railroad ticket as he was on a train leaving New York City. “I must find that ticket,” he muttered. The conductor, who stood waiting beside him, said, “Don’t worry about it, Mr. Morrow. We know you had a ticket. Just mail it to the railroad when you find it.”

“That’s not what’s troubling me,” replied Morrow, “I need to find it to know where I’m going.”

Our Daily Bread, September 11, 1992