Daily story, April 13, 2025

I’ve been up in a hot air balloon a hundred times and we’ve never had to decide on someone to throw out. We just go up, float around for a bit, and land again. Sometimes the weather turns and we have to come down a bit early. Once we missed the landing zone. That’s it. And now the crew all know me. I could even make myself handy, in a pinch. There’s no way I’d be the one to get thrown out. So how am I supposed to know I matter?