I was watching a young practicing street magician perform some card tricks at a neighbourhood centre with my brother. As he tried to shuffle the cards in some fanciful ways, a gust of wind blew by and his cards were splattered all over the air, and eventually on the ground. The congregated crowd laughed unsympathetically and slowly dissipated back into their normal lives while he was picking up the cards, card by card. My brother and myself, together with a couple of elderly spectators felt sorry for the embarrassment and helped him as he apologised profusely for his bad act. After we recovered the cards, my brother told him to try again, exactly the same way he would do earlier on. The young man agreed to try the stunt again despite only four persons watching. This time he did it, fancifully and his magic card tricks were amazing. We applauded and more spectators congregated to watch the remaining of his really entertaining tricks. Before we left, my brother planted a five dollar note into the tin box as a token of appreciation. The young man thanked us for giving him another chance to perform. My brother in turn told him we should be the ones thanking him for such an incredible performance. In simple words, he said that the faltering moment was just a passing moment. The confident re-attempt was the real feat for all of us to remember. Thereafter with a handshake, we went for our grocery shopping.
Sometimes, we missed the best parts of our lives because we never had in mind to give others another chance for another go. This morning, my brother taught me this lesson – that the best things in life may not come by the first time we encounter them. They reveal themselves only when we show them we have the big heart to give them another chance to “do it again” – in the way spoken by my brother, “to break the unforgiving spell”.
Great Saturday morning indeed.