A lady friend wanted me to revise her work and make any necessary corrections. Her essay seemed intricate and long. Not to mention the fact that I had much of my own tasks to finish. What to do? A voice instantly sprung from within my heart, “Do the lady’s work first.” My reason and logic did not seem to agree and wanted to know what prompted the heart to make such a decision. My heart’s answer was as swift as a bird’s sudden flight, « Since when do you question my decisions. The lady comes first, I said. And, that’s final! »
