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I absolutely hate being late for anything. I don't know how people live with themselves when they are always late. On my last job there were always people coming in and clocking in at the very last possible second, and that was always late as there was a three minute leeway for clocking in. I just don't understand that. One thing I like doing is going to church on Saturday night versus Sunday morning because of my son's work schedule. If he starts at 7 PM then I go in the morning. If he starts at 5 I can go at night. He was certain he started at 7 tonight, so when he told me to GET IN THE CAR at 5:40 I knew he was late for work, and as I was rushing into shoes and out the door I was also making some split second decisions - whether to go to church. Church starts at 6 PM and I dropped him off at 5:45 and headed for church. I did not have my Bible. I did not brush my teeth. I did not turn off the computer or the light in my office, and I did not turn off the kitchen light. I kept eyeing the clock on the dashboard all the way to church. I knew it would be close, but I expected to be late. I followed two other people into the parking lot. It was a full house tonight. I can't walk fast, so when I finally got inside I still saw a lot of people in the lobby as I headed for the sanctuary fully expecting to hear the music for the first song. I got in and the clock timer they have on the screen counting down the time to service was at :40. The sanctuary was full and the seat I normally sit in was taken, but not on the other side of the row. I sat with :14 seconds to spare. I hate being late and that was cutting it closer than I've come to being late in a very long time. So how do people live with themselves if they're late all the time? I couldn't stand it. I'm usually half an hour early for everything and fifteen minutes at the very minimum. Thanks for reading.