Each time I sit at the emergency exit of a plane I feel a strange sense of duty to protect everybody on board. I feel pride in being the chosen one to carry out the job of bursting open the door and leading the way down the slide of safety.

Once I came to the realization that I had power. I began to imagine scenarios where I would block the way to freedom and demand hugs from passengers in exchange for their LIVES. Daydreaming, I arrived at my destination a little faster.