Many years ago, her maid held her hand and was worried that she would fall from the world to hell. She smiled faintly and comforted her softly: "Don't lose your heart."
Many years later, her best friend held her hand and lamented that she had climbed from hell to the clouds. She smiled sweetly and concluded firmly: "My heart has not been lost."
My heart has not lost, so I have withstood the storm.