At some point, everyone asks themselves how different their life would be if they had been given a second chance.

They could come in any form you like. You could have been one number off of winning the lottery.

Maybe you're one of those people who wondered what would have happened if that X of years

had taken you back.

Whatever it is, at some point you think about those things and you notice people who were given those opportunities, and it seemed to work out all right for them, on the outside anyway.

Take it from me.

I used to be like that.

I used to kick myself all the time for letting myself miss out on some opportunities I was

too dumb to take at the time or follow through with. Then I started loathing the people I saw who were better off than me, and sometimes I would curse God for picking them over me. I know better now. I don't think God has much to do with how things like that get chosen.

I think now that things all really come down to luck and our choice of what to do about it.

At least, I hope we have a choice when it comes down to our lives.

The luck doesn't rule that too. What I more importantly learned is that sometimes you are just better off doing the best you can with the cards you

are dealt and not trying to change your hand.

I've been looking over my shoulder ever since I learned this.

Sometimes at night I can catch a glimpse of a faint glow of green eyes watching

me. They are never there when I turn around. Whenever I find money on the streets or lose

some laundry, I can feel those eyes staring at me. I was in a car wreck a week ago.

A cat ran out in front of me and I swerved to avoid it hitting a barrier.

As I got out I could swear this chilling giggling came over the radio.

The sound was all too familiar to me now.

I know it is waiting for me.

It's waiting for one more shot at me, toying with me as time passes. It toys with you too, with

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