Driving through the slick streets in an unfamiliar town I stopped at the intersection, waiting my turn. Directly across the street in front of me was a cyclone fence with plywood attached and blue spray paint scrawled across it...
DANGER. NO TRESPASSING. DO NOT ENTER. NO SECOND CHANCES
My first reaction was to chuckle. I could barely make out a jumble of old electronics, car parts, and broken appliances beyond the barrier. No worries, I have no intention of going in there.
My second thought was that if the owner was that protective of what was behind the fence, perhaps there were some unique treasures to see. Hmmm. Intriguing. Now I wanted to sneak over there and peek through the cracks in the plywood. I'm not going to, but I'm imagining all sorts of mysterious things in there.
After spending the day with my father and his youngest stepdaughter yesterday I am convinced that the sign is dead wrong. There are second chances. Even third chances and maybe more. They're there for the taking. We may not always recognize them for what they are, but they are there.