The other day i saw a little girl crying because she was late to school. And she told me she hated my country because in Dominican Republican (where she is originally from) she wasn´t never late. I gave her a tissue, I listened to her, when she complained about her mum that didnt want to pick her to school, when she complained about the bus that was horribly late (true). When she was calmed I just say to her: the important part of a story is to arrive even is late or is soon, but to arrive. Remember this. One day it won´t matter if you arrive one day late, but if you arrive.