Screw me once, shame on you. Screw me twice, well shame on me. At least, that used to be my motto. You see, in my younger days I saw things a bit more black and white. Not to say, the edges have blurred to the point of non-existence, but I’m definitely more inclined to forgive and forget for certain infractions, having said that, others are still a shunning offense, though they are few and far between.
I’ve found that the older I get, the easier it is to offer second chances to those who come in and out of my life. Life’s too short to hold grudges.
Over the years (and on multiple occasions), I’ve managed to put myself in positions that by all rights, I shouldn’t have came out of alive, yet here I sit, typing this post. I’ve been shot at, stabbed, gassed, poisoned and beaten to within an inch of my life (I wasn't always the kind, caring, well mannered man I am today), but somehow I always find a way to keep on keeping on. If the Powers That Be have seen fit to offer me a second chance (or countless ones for that matter), then who am I not to return the favor?