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Take A Chance

This is the first of my stories that I am moving into my journal. I was looking through a comunities archive and happened upon some of my earlier stories and was pleased with them even though I'd forgotten about them. So I decided to round 'em up and put 'em where I could find 'em.


Take A Chance

Take a chance. Three words. Eleven letters. No longer a part of my vocabulary. My new lexis is all about calculated risk. It’s what I do… look at the facts, decide on the best course of action, and present the most viable argument. If I need more, I get it – if it’s not enough I make it known. My work is my passion, it’s what drives me… something tangible that I can control and shape. Justice the only reward I can accept.

Take a chance. Three words. Eleven letters. No longer a part of my vocabulary. Chance is not something I can control – now, risk on the other hand – that’s something I am very familiar with. It’s what I do every minute of every day. It’s how I get justice for the victims, for my mother… by putting away men like my father. Men who take what isn’t theirs – stealing hopes and dreams – taking innocence that can never be replaced.

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Take a chance. Three words. Eleven letters. Suddenly a possibility. I don’t know when it happened, how it happened, but I certainly know why. I found someone whose passion for her work matches my own. Who gives everything for the end result – justice for the victim’s she deals with every day. A kindred spirit, a connection established through years of seeing the worst of humanity and fighting to do something about it. And maybe, just maybe, a friend.

Take a chance. Three words. Eleven letters. Suddenly a possibility. I don’t know when it happened, how it happened, but I certainly know why. I found someone whose passion for her work matches my own. Someone who’s changed because – and in spite of – the horrors she’s seen. Things I’m sure she’s never experienced before. To my surprise she’s learned to handle it, she’s earned my respect, she’s not the uppity rich girl anymore... she’s one of us. And maybe, just maybe, a friend.

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Take a chance. Three words. Eleven letters. Something I never thought I’d do again. I’d given up on relationships a long time ago… they’re just too much work, especially romantic relationships. As soon as they find out what I do they either head for the hills or ask too many questions. I’d heard people say that when you stop looking for something that’s when you find it. Who’d have ever thought that would be true, that what I’d stopped looking for was right there in front of me the whole time.

Take a chance. Three words. Eleven letters. Something I never thought I’d do again. I’d given up on relationships a long time ago… prospective friends just can’t hide their aversion once they find out what I do. And as for romance… well they’d either be disgusted or way too interested. After a while I just stopped looking, I mean, why bother. Then I started noticing that there was someone who understood, right there in front of me the whole time.

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Take a chance. Three words. Eleven letters. The best thing I ever did. I mean, you were always here, but I finally see you. I see someone who can relate, understand the anguish, and appreciate the successes. Slowly I began to realize just how much you’ve come to mean to me. Just how much I’ve come to rely on you for comfort, caring, camaraderie… and now love. Yes, I stopped looking and found everything, because I took a chance.

Take a chance. Three words. Eleven letters. The best thing I ever did. If someone told me I would be here with you, that you would be the one to break through my walls – to deconstruct and rebuild me, I would have thought they were out of their minds. But here I am, in the arms of that person I stopped looking for. I found love in the most unlikely of places… I found that someone, right there in front of me, because I took a chance.