A Story of Grace

I wish I could learn it...
The art of shutting up. Of not having an opinion and just going with the flow.

See, I was given a second chance. Nobody had to give me a second chance. But they did. 

I was in a situation where I felt super uncomfortable and didn't want to be there. Yet, I couldn't get out of it. And I became negative. Actually you can probably call it bitter and twisted. 
I was pretty lost in my misery, but I didn't think it really affected anybody else.
And then someone came and talked to me. Pretty bluntly.

'Hey, people are pretty much counting the days of when you're going to leave. Nobody wants to really be around you, because you're so negative.'

I broke down, because it hurt. But no matter how much it hurt, I also knew he was right and that I had a choice. I could sink deeper in my self pity and misery (because, let's face it: Life was treating me unfairly) or I could snap out of it, ask for forgiveness and when it comes time to leave, I actually leave with people I will miss and who might miss me. 

I am pretty proud to say that I did exactly that! I left with friends. People who genuinely like me, knew I had struggled, but forgave me for being (excuse the language) an ass. 

This is one of my stories of grace... Of second chances. Undeserved, yet given.