The situation made me wonder for the millionth time why we so often “sweat the small stuff”. Sure, it sucks to get to the airport and realize you forgot something important, but there are ways to handle the situation, and staying calm is your best bet for handling it and not completely melting down in a taxi cab. My older brother, the middle child and forever the voice of reason, often talks me down during mini emergencies that feel like big emergencies. He has a series of question he makes me ask myself and I urge you to try the same:
Did you kill anyone?
Is anyone dying?
Now, is it really that bad?













