I glance at the clock. 7:17 am. “Shit. I’m running late — again,” I say aloud. Ugh. I quickly throw my lunch in my red work bag, slip into my nude pumps, and start to rush out the door. Midway through the door, I realize, I forgot my coffee. Just get it, I tell myself. OK, OK. Two seconds. With a couple steps, I grab the canteen and rush out the door. The storm door swings back at me as I am rushing and I feel something y...