Seven times 7 we are Biblically told is the number of times we are to forgive those who have caused us harm. Was yesterday’s date of the London bombings a hidden message? Or is it simply another date of terrorism, another shattered city, shattered families, shattered hearts.
For me, like 9/11, I remember where I was on 7/7. It was more intimate for me because I was still living in London at the time, and my ex-husband and I had officially divorced just 2 days before. I held two jobs; one as a classroom assistant at an primary school, and the other part-time job was in the Burns ICU in Chelsea & Westminster Hospital. The moment the news came through, I was obligated to leave the school and become part of the disaster plan that kicks in in an emergency at a government hospital. While I was prepping a ventilator in the Burns ICU, I grabbed a moment to text Andrew, to at least see if he was ok. I knew he was working in Central London at the time, and just wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He was in the tunnel a couple of trains away from one that had been hit. The London Underground crew escorted them off their train and back to the platform and exit stairs. He was going to be ok. It was a relief, and I commented that he was supposed to be in the twin towers the day of 9/11, and then 7/7! He’d been given a third chance!
What do we do with second chances? Aren’t we given these through small and big events? A conversation, a divorce, cancer, an act of terrorism? Why do we subconsciously think we will get another chance? If we have something to say, shouldn’t we say it now? If we have something to do, shouldn’t we do it now? If we have someone to forgive, shouldn’t we do it now (and again, and again)? Or do we blow it off, thinking it’s not that important, it will go away or come again?
What are you doing with your second chance, or even the first and only one most of us are given?