On Tuesday, after saying goodbye to Xan and his teacher at the main door, I was about the take the elevator down to the first floor. My usual habit is to whip out my phone to check the time so I could log-in at the school’s time in/time out book. Then I will take 1 last look after that for whatever reason. Habit already. So. Just as the door was closing… My phone slipped from my hand, slided into the gap and down the elevator shaft. FOUR stories down. Here’s how it went. So drama. My heart was pounding so hard and I kept muttering S***S***S***S***S***S***! I went to the security…