Second Chances

“Can I get my Barbie set today, please, please, Daddy?”  she asks in her sweet little voice.

“I don’t know…  Have you been good?” I asked her.

“Yes, yes, Daddy, I have,” she replied.

“Have you been eating all your food,” I asked her.

“Yes, yes, Daddy,” she replied.  I gave her another hard look and squinted my eyes at her.

“Well, almost all the time, but I promise I will,” she replied.

“Daddy, I told you the truth in under 10 seconds, so it’s not really a lie, promise I will be faster next time to tell you the truth,” she says.

I could not help but to cough up a smile thinking how cute and smart she is on her feet.  But it’s tough love I have for my little girl, who is the love of my life.

“Okay, we will get you the Barbie set, after we go for lunch, and you have to finish your entire lunch, otherwise, no Barbie,” I said.

“Aww, the whole lunch?  How about only half?  I will drink all my juice!” she says, as she walks down the street with me holding my hand.

A few week later, my daughter is with her mother walking down the same path on the street, where I usually take her for our walks.  And she says:

“Mommy, hurry up, why did you stop,” she says.

“One minute honey, just looking here,” says her mother.

“Daddy always stops here for awhile too, what is so special about this place?” she says.

“Your Daddy stops here too, hmmm, what does he do?” asks her mother.

“Nothing, he just stands there and looks, and tells me, that he is trying to understand this man.  How can there be a man in the mirror, its just Daddy,” she says.

Her mother takes a step back and looks at this big mirror and then steps forward to look at it closer, and she beholds only her own image, her own self.

To me life, sometimes is not perfect, and sometimes it has its miracles.  Life, is not always seen in the same way to others as it is to you.  Life, is all about chances.  Life, is about the little moments.  Life, never forgets, and always forgives, for life is only measured by the breathes you take, not the tears you drop.

“Am I sleeping with Daddy today,” asks my little girl.

“Yes, yes you are sweetie,” says her mom, as a tear runs down her cheek.

I know I have made choices that I cannot change, and I can never go back to the person I once was on that street corner.  It would be too easy to have that given to me on a silver platter.  I am not one to live in the past, as that is why they call it our past.  The present is where I like to be, as to me, it’s a gift, cause you never know what danger, joy or love is around the corner.  In my life, the glass is always half full.  And we all have had our time sleeping over our sadness, bitterness, and guilt pushing our minds to depression.  Once there, we are stuck, and to the person stuck, it seems like a black hole.  I have been there, and I can promise to anyone who is there or in the middle or have been there, it’s not the end, it’s just the beginning to the journey of your life.  If you choose to sleep in that black hole for the rest of your life till your death, that will be your choice and your destiny.

All I can do is show hope, share my experience and lessons.  The choice is and always will be yours to make the best out of your life.  Second chances are always there if you want it bad enough, so go out and get your second chance if you feel you deserve it.  Cause I have never heard the fat lady sing in my life, have you?

(ps: I have nothing against fat ladies, and I am sure they sing great.  The last sentence is just an expression for those who have never heard of it, or were living on the planet Venus.)

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