A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night dinner.
Running through the airport with their briefcases in hand, one of these salesmen inadvertently knocked over a table which held a display of apples.
Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to barely reach the plane just in time for the final boarding call.
All but one.
He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.
He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived home and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.
He was glad he did...