Linda Bell lives her life by statistics and is afraid to fly. One day her friend, Chuck, asks her, "Why do have this irrational fear of flying?"

Every day whether I want to or not, I ask myself if I still have all my marbles. I had lots of them when I was young, but I kept them in a tiny little leather bag that I carried to school every day. Weather permitting, I would try to win someone else’s cat’s eye, boulder, shooter, biggie or aggie if I could.