You know I have to keep smiling, I just have to otherwise I’ll start crying. I know all of you must be thinking, “Oh, but you have like the perfect life, Mr. Plane, you get to fly high among the clouds. What can ever make you sad?” You know when you have a bad stomach, everything seems just bad. That is somewhat the case with me. My stomach is full of children screaming and crying at the top of their lungs while adult and children alike keep puking all over inside me like a broken water tap. At least my red color looks dapper. I guess I do have some things to be happy about!