I used to hate giving people a second chance. I always thought: if they could have done it better, they would have.
But my mother always told me: give them another chance.
I used to think this made my mother a big pushover.
“They had their chance already,” I would tell her.
But two days ago, my mother proved me right. Giving someone another chance paid off for her in a big, big way.
Now, I’m rethinking everything I used to believe about second chances.
Most importantly, I thought about how my mother must have given me many second chances even when I disappointed her.