The nuisance of my schedule is giving me a drive for a day where I can sit on a corner on untamed hair and elevated legs. I've been thinking to make a post but I needed to wait for my subject's consent to share her story. I have an ardent urge to write it down since I, too, is familiar with the noun "chance". What will you do if the wishing star heard your cry, and grant you a second chance in life?
I met Karen few months back. Young, sweet and the only child in the family, I wonder what prompted her to leave her comfort zone and trudge the unknown. Courage, I smiled alone remembering my own reasons why I opted to have my journey. There was one occasion when she joined us in the rooftop one laidback night. I learned that behind the young and sweet face is a warrior's heart. A child from within forced to fight a tough battle for her beloved sick mother, and mending a derailed relationship with her father. Someone whose trust was tested by betrayal and deception, of a daughter's love contoured by distance and once in a while hello, of strength to be emulated after sometime of feebleness, of faith that endures amidst confusions and questions. Despite of these, she remained composed and in good faith. The stars that night might have been listening to our sharing, though they were hideously been cast on the peaceful sky.
It was last week when an event happened not only to test her strength but her ability to remain good-hearted in times of great testing. He had a cerebrovascular attack or stroke. She needed to travel to his place, give up her week of work and be with the man he called Papa. I remember the noun "chance" upon learning her situation. I sent her a message, reassuring her that we are here for her and that there must be a reason why she was brought by fate in this place, in a timely moment. It must have been a time for her to talk with him, even if he cannot respond consciously, to say the words of forgiveness even if silence is his response, to patch things up even in the bed of ICU. Is there really a right place for a chance to take place? Should it be well-planned before we recognize that it is happening? My wish of better days for her and of grabbing that second chance while it is still there. You can never trust the beat of your heart. It might cease anytime. I'll be praying for that second chance.
I have known an ample stories to tell. Stories that you might find difficult to believe not until the second chance took place. A friend of mine got pregnant at a time when we are about to graduate from college. Being the eldest and the only girl in the family and the boyfriend is apparently not welcomed by her parents, she took the path of being a single mom. In pursuit of giving the best for the child, she continued her education and finally had her diploma. It was then she met the man who accepted her past, married her and currently enjoying a life outside the country. Or a story of a well-off blacksheep -in-the-family friend, jumping from one relationship to another, a substance dependent and considered an outcast in her family whose now a full-pledge nurse after years of going back to college. Obviously, in God's economy, nothing goes to waste. He makes all things new, especially those of which the world considers a hopeless case=)
Second chance....I believe all of us are given this opportunity. We fall, we lose, we break, we make, we cry, but we hope again. Because human was made out of the heart of the One who is generous for a second chance, a third chance, and another more chances. He will not give up on you, even how many chances it will take.
Got your second chance? How do you take good care of it?
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