“But we are all fortunate in one way or another. The task for most of us is to identify in what way that is, would you not agree?”
Up through the water came a large trout; a flash of silver; a dart of light; the fulfillment of a small boy’s dream.
Nobody had ever said that to Bertie before. How about some chocolate? It was not a complex, phrase, but its power, its sheer, overwhelming sense of gift and possibility filled Bertie with awe. Well might more of us say these words to others, and more frequently – how healing would that prove to be. “Look, we’ve had our differences, but how about some chocolate?” Or: “I’m so sorry, how about some chocolate?” Or simply: “Great to see you! How about some chocolate?”
“It was 84-0 at the end. Actually, they stopped it early for some reason.”
Stuart suppressed a smile. “Bad luck, Bertie. But I’m sure that they’ll do better next time.” He paused. “What do you think went wrong, Bertie?”
Bertie thought for a moment. “I think it’s because our team was told that they should share the ball, Daddy. So they did. They shared.”
“Of course there is such thing as a second chance,” went on Domenica, “We may waste our first trip to Italy, but that doesn’t mean that we need waste our second.”