Second Chances…
I was walking along an overpass when the bus I should have caught came by. As I debated the chances of catching it if I started running, against the knock my ego would take if I failed, and the weakness of my lungs from the recent asthma attack, the chance to catch it was gone. But then instead of the usual curses against god and everything holy came something else. Some dam was breached within my mind and bitter recriminations began to flow forth... The asthma attack that I should have seen coming and prevented…taking up this job when I should have gone back home…the isolation that my taciturn nature has brought…flashes of memories of the countless moments that could have been so much more… I bellowed at the sky but a voice taunted that I wouldn’t even do that if there were people around. Then the bus came. I was on time; it was the last bus that had been late. A second chance. It had been a long time since I smiled as spontaneously as I did then. The breach was closed, the dam strong