The room was small, the furniture plain. A man and a woman were arguing, and tempers were flying. The man was so angry that he could barely contain himself. Finally, seeing red, he yelled, “I never want to see you again.” With that, the woman grew cold and sad, and said in a small voice, “Your wish is granted.” She spun about on her heel and walked out the door without another word.
That was the last the man ever heard from her, despite his pleading, and he did love her, after all. He was telling someone about this, and said, “I wish that I had a chance to do it all over again.” A passing angel heard his wish…
The room was small, the furniture plain. A man and a woman were arguing, and tempers were flying. The man was so angry that he could barely contain himself. He realized he was living this over, but also realized that anyone that would desert him and never speak to him again over one brief statement made in the heat of emotion was not worth his while, so he said, “I never want to see you again.” With that, the woman grew cold and sad, and said in a small voice, “Your wish is granted.” She spun about on her heel and walked out the door without another word.
That was the last the man ever heard from her, despite his pleading, and he did love her, after all. He was telling someone about this, and said, “I wish that I had another chance to do it all over again.” A passing angel heard his wish, and told him, “You should make the most of second chances. You don’t often get them. Sometimes, you don’t get any chances.”
The man was sad for the rest of his life.
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