How many times have I said this to other people? "You're stronger than I am, Joe," I note, with no great happiness in my tone. "You're strong enough to go on, you're strong enough to deal. And you're strong enough to stop. I don't know if I am." I meet his eyes, begging, pleading. "I can't just not ever go out there again. I love you, you know I do, but a life without the ocean...?"