As number two of eight children in my family, I lived at home and went to college in our hometown in order to earn the first degree in my family's history. I worked up to three jobs at a time to help with expenses for my classes, including being a receptionist with a car dealer. One day my boss sent me to a neighboring town to get a car title. On my way home, I was hurrying to make an afternoon class with mandatory attendance. Suddenly, I knew I was to take a left turn on a side road, which meant a longer way home. It would make me late to my class, but I knew I had to do it. So I turned left and arrived late for my class.