One Chance?

Just seen this film. Which was very good. And funny. But has raised a question. Big moments are great. And when they go well for us, fantastic. But are moments like that really our One Chance?

The title of the film would suggest that. But in it, the guy had quite a few chances from what I could see. Some went really well. Some went terribly. Especially the meltdown singing in front of Pavarotti. A One Chance if ever there was one. And he mucked it up with nerves. And a strangle of emotions. And just plain awkwardness. Splat. Pavarotti was not amused.

But then, surprise, surprise, there were other moments. And in his Britain's Got Talent audition moment, he stood there shaking. Still a bag of nerves. Awkward and a strangle of emotions. But this time he sang. And the words and heart and spit and wonder all flew out. And the audience loved it.

Just a moment. A big one, granted, but a moment. A chance to be heard. And he soared in it.

What was most moving for me though were the small moments all through the film. The unguarded moments. The ones not really celebrated. The things that said the most about him. The series of One Chances that led to the One Chance the nation got to see.

Am glad there's room for lots of chances in life. That the Pavarotti ones and the Britain's Got Talent ones don't have to dictate everything. That life doesn't hinge on our bumbling disasters or soaring successes. That chances of a lifetime can happen everyday. And it's OK to be in them shaking.