Gemotions

Maya sat down at her computer, ready to compose a scathing email. Her opinion piece, her life’s work, was now attributed to a 'George Henderson' in a major newspaper. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She took a deep breath. She had spent weeks writing that.

She paused, closing her eyes. She imagined who George might be. She was filled with a sense of understanding, suddenly. She decided to research him. She found he was a struggling student, and was the child of a wealthy donor to the newspaper.

She decided to make a different decision. Maya carefully crafted a new email, her tone warm and open. She just requested an explanation, and politely asked for her credit. Her heart felt lighter as she pressed send. She felt a strange release.