“Do you believe in second chances?”
This was asked of me the other day. To be honest, 48 hours later, I’m still pondering this because it‘s not a question with a yes or no answer. For example, if I went to a restaurant and came away with food poisoning, then I can confidently say that I would no way in hell go there again, unless someone tasted my food for me and didn‘t die. If I allowed someone into my home and they stole from me, then no, I would not permit their thieving ass through my door again. If someone shot me and then asked me if I wanted to go skeet shooting, Id’ say take my brother. 
So no, in those situations, I say negative on the extension of the proverbial olive branch.
On the other hand, for those who know me personally, you are well aware that I never forget a wrong done to me. This isn’t to say that I’m made of sugar and haven’t burnt a person or two, but I do my best to own up to my mistakes when the other party is willing to listen. So this got me thinking: isn’t it odd that most people give second chances to those who have hurt them? I’ve done it. But why do we do this? Again, there are some circumstances in which maybe a relationship or friendship ended over a misunderstanding, miscommunication or misdirected anger and blame. But it seems that matters of the heart almost always get a second go around, sometimes even multiple times.
I guess it’s human nature to fight till the death for the affection of one who holds importance in your life or a friendship that you couldn’t bear to lose, but when is enough enough? When do you say that a second chance is no longer warranted? So you see, I feel that, although I do believe in second chances and that they can be wonderful, a way to start anew, they can also just stall the inevitable. Wow, is this an uplifting piece, and I’m afraid I never really answered the question.
Look, all I can say in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, is that if your heart is doing the driving, make sure you bring your brain along for directions.
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