The presidents of France, the United States, and Russia were flying somewhere, all on the same plane. Coincidentally, the Pope and a somewhat bedraggled hippy were also along for the ride. As happens all too frequently in these circumstances, the plane developed some serious problem--fire, engine failure, whatever--and the flight crew bailed...after informing the five passengers that there were but four parachutes.
Right away, the president of the U.S. grabbed a parachute, and, while strapping it on, explained that as the leader of the most powerful nation on earth, he had a duty to survive. So saying, he dove out. The Russian president grabbed a chute, and, while strapping it on, explained that as president of the newest democracy on earth, he had a duty to survive. So saying, he dove out. The president of France snatched up a parachute, and, while strapping it on, he explained that as the leader of the most intelligent people on earth, he certainly had a duty to survive. He took a gracious bow, then dove from the stricken plane.
The Pope looked at the hippy, and said in a sage voice, "Son, you are so young, and I am so old...please do me the honor of saving your life. Take the last parachute." The hippy had been watching the world leaders as they plummeted from the plane. He turned to the Pope and said, "But, Holy Father, there are two parachutes left....The leader of the most intelligent people on earth grabbed my backpack by mistake!"