I was late to a meeting this morning. It was absolutely unavoidable because I had to drop my kids off at school (which starts at 9 a.m.) before I could head over to the meeting across town (which also started at 9 a.m.). I hate being late. As I got closer to my destination I imagined walking into the meeting and what I would need to say to own my lateness. As I contemplated my options, I heard the voice…