2nd Chance To Live; To Love

Up and grateful, whew; thank God for another day.

Now where’s my wife, and why hasn’t she brought my morning coffee for the love of God? I’m really getting tired of this, I guess I’ll just have to keep doing everything myself. Christ, its 10am already? I’m so late for work, my boss will take her sweet time to yell and make a scene; what in God’s name is wrong with me! Oh, I remember; last night I slept with this severe pain in my chest. But it stopped sometime in the middle of the night, I don’t remember anything after that. I think I slept soundly, maybe too soundly though…

Where’s everyone and what’s this noise outside? I think there’s a crowd outside my room, I better check it out.” God! There are so many people and most of them are crying and, what’s this? Is that me in today’s papers and in the death column! If this is supposed to be a joke, its gone way too far. What nonsense; and who’s… Wait a minute, how is this possible? I’m standing right here but this is me all wrapped up, lying on the floor!

Then I saw her, my wife; she was crying, trembling uncontrollably, my kid was not sure of what had happened, but he was crying because mummy was in tears. My mum, was crying too, pleading with my wife to stop crying, and my dad; for the first time in my life, I saw tears in his eyes!
“I’m here!” . I shouted “Look at me sweetheart, that’s not me! I’m right here mum, daddy please stop crying!!!” I screamed once again. But no one was interested in me, they were all looking at the ‘me’ on the floor and wailing…

“Am I dead?” I asked myself.

How can I go without telling my kid that I really love him, that although I”m never around, I really do care about him. How can I go without saying to my wife that she is really most beautiful and most caring wife in the world, how can I go without telling my parents that I owe all my success to them?
How can I go without telling my friends that without them I’d have done so many wrong and really stupid things in my life, that they’ve always been there to keep me on track, that I appreciate how they’re always there for me when I need someone and I’m truly sorry for not being there when they really needed me.

No! This can’t be!

Who’s this standing in the corner, trying to hide his tears. Oh no! He was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding broke us apart, and our pride was strong enough to keep us disconnected.

I approached him and offered him my hand. “Dear friend, I just want to say I’m sorry for everything, we’re still best friends, please forgive me.” But there was no response from other side; what the heck! He’s still as proud as a peacock, and here I am saying sorry… To hell with him, I really don’t
care for such people! One second, it seems he’s not able to see me! He did not see my extended hand. My goodness. AM I REALLY DEAD?

I just sat down near ME; and the tears flowed freely.
“OH GOD ! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME FEW MORE DAYS.”
I just want to make my wife, my kid, my parents; and my friends realize how much I love them. My wife rose up to leave the room, she just wanted to be alone she said. Even in her grief, she looked truly beautiful. “YOU’RE
BEAUTIFUL” I shouted, but she didn’t hear my words. In fact she never heard those words because I never said them to her.

“God” I screamed, “A little more time pleaseeeeeeeeeee.” I cried. One more chance please. to hug my child, to make my mom smile just once, to feel my dad proud of me at least for a moment, to say sorry to my friends for every wrong I ever did them, and to say thanks for being in my life despite my many faults… Then I looked up and cried out loud;
“GOD, ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!”

“You shouted in your sleep,” my wife said as she gently woke me up. “Did you have a nightmare?”

I was sleeping…

Oh, all of that was just a dream. My wife’s here. she can hear me. I hugged her and whispered, “you are the most beautiful and most caring wife in the universe and I know I don’t say it nearly enough but honestly, I really love you dear”.
I could understand the reason for the smile on her face, and the tears in her eyes. It was the happiest moment of my life.
“THANK YOU LORD FOR THIS SECOND CHANCE…”

Now it’s not late. Forget your ego, and express your love to others. Be friendly, say sweet words and keep smiling; for ever…

Let’s all get off the high horse and express our love, care, appreciation, let’s cherish friendship, because we might never get a second chance to right our wrongs.
Let’s not bite our finger in regret after things happen. Let’s learn to always show our love to everyone dear to us.
No matter who you are; male or female, forget about yourself for a minute and show your affection because life isn’t always so generous, get it right this time I beg of you because life my dear, life seldom gives second chances.

DANNY SPICE
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About Olumide Lawrence

OLUMIDE LAWRENCE is a writer, an artiste and a publicist. Started out as a PLAYER, now I am a Relationship COACH. Follow me on twitter @ilummynation and instagram @glowville Facebook: Olumide ilummynation Lawrence. BBM: 2A3B059E, 7E15126B.

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