Some years ago I read about a skydiver who plunged several thousand metres when his main parachute failed to open; when his emergency chute also failed nothing could prevent his certain death. And yet, he landed in a blackberry bush and lived to tell the tale. At the time of reading I immediately thought, how would such an event change one’s perspective on life? For example, how would I behave? Assuredly, I knew that henceforth I’d throw all caution to the winds and live a life of brilliant adventures, facing and conquering the most daunting of challenges, seeking passionate love and returning it twice over. In other words I’d drink from the cup of life to the dregs – I’d lick the last drop clean. And yet, I have most certainly not followed my own reasoned analysis of how one should respond to a second chance of such monumental proportions. Wait, you may reasonably point out, I’m not the skydiver so I shouldn’t feel any particular compunction to change my ways radically. Au contraire, mes chers, as I was going on with this story it struck me with the force of a sledge hammer between the eyes, of course we are the same as the skydiver; he escaped death for a certain number or days or years, exactly as we do, everyone of us, each morning we wake up. It was reported he’d taken a vow then to change his life, to take full advantage of his second chance. We have that same second chance with every breath we take and that it’s not in a spectacular manner is not the least important. My advice to you as to myself, don’t look for some bizarre, extraordinary event to wake you up to all that life, the only one we’ll ever have, can offer. It’s a cornucopia of infinite variety, get yourself to the banquet and feast.
A disclaimer: For the sake of retaining a pleasant and courteous relationship with my readers from the distaff side, I find it necessary to point out that the dénouement of the plot is purely fiction. I wrote it as to where the story was heading and there was no conscious or subconscious intention to encourage, prod, push or otherwise manipulate men into abrogating their spousal and family responsibilities. Such incomprehensible and I might add reprehensible behavior I would not tolerate in myself and thus doubly less in others. Hopefully this explanation will be accepted in the spirit it is offered and T. Wyjijinski will not live on in ignominy in the minds of the very finest half of my readership. Peace to us all.