The other night I stayed on the 67th floor of the very tall Westin hotel in Atlanta.

At 5 a.m., the power went out. With a speech to give, I did the only thing a dedicated speaker could do: I put on my coat, grabbed my suitcase and walked down 67 flights of stairs. (The power was still out at 8 a.m. No one got stuck in the one working elevator, but I still made the right choice).

Next time, I’ll sleep closer to the ground. Trading the view for safety and convenience is now a no-brainer.