The first chance was good. But I think the second was even better. We mess up and set out to escape the disappointment. Sometimes even when we are king of the wild things, we realize how alone we are in the triumph of escape. So we smell the food and set out on the journey back home. And as we arrive we realize not only that we are home but we've been given another chance. The meal we did not partake in because of our wild hearts is now sitting on the table, and it is still hot. And I think it will taste even more delicious knowing that it is not deserved. This family gave me the second chance I desperately needed. Just like Max's Mom did for him ("where the wild things are") and just like the Elder brothers Father did for him (prodigal of the lost son, bible). And most importantly (and needed) is the bazillionith chance we get from God every single day. Thank God for second chances and for those who give them.