The friendship of 2 Chances
Chance Little and Chance Farman met in kindergarten. They found out they had the same first name and became fast friends. All through their school years, they would hang out at lunch and recesses. They had sleepovers and celebrated birthdays together. Their parents accepted the boys as if they were brothers. They spent so much time together that they might as well have been brothers.
They played soldiers, hide and go seek and cowboys and Indians – sometimes, all at the same time. Their childhoods were inextricably linked together. Even when they went to high school, they were still the best of pals. Little was a jock, and Farman was a computer geek. It didn’t matter to them.
Just after Little turned 16, he got his driver’s license. He went to Farman’s house first to show it off. Driving his mom’s Subaru, he pulled into the driveway and honked the horn. Farman came running out of the house and hopped into the passenger side. He congratulated his friend as they pulled out of the driveway.
They drove fast and loose. Little believed he was in control every mile. The radio was loud. The friends enjoyed their new found freedom. Then a semi crossed into their lane, and smashed into their car. Little was thrown from the car and landed in a ditch. Farman had his safety belt on, but it didn’t help. Both died at the scene.
Sometime, in the night, as you drive down that curvy section of Highway 101, you may see something peculiar. Don’t worry; it’s probably just a ghost of a Chance.
They played soldiers, hide and go seek and cowboys and Indians – sometimes, all at the same time. Their childhoods were inextricably linked together. Even when they went to high school, they were still the best of pals. Little was a jock, and Farman was a computer geek. It didn’t matter to them.
Just after Little turned 16, he got his driver’s license. He went to Farman’s house first to show it off. Driving his mom’s Subaru, he pulled into the driveway and honked the horn. Farman came running out of the house and hopped into the passenger side. He congratulated his friend as they pulled out of the driveway.
They drove fast and loose. Little believed he was in control every mile. The radio was loud. The friends enjoyed their new found freedom. Then a semi crossed into their lane, and smashed into their car. Little was thrown from the car and landed in a ditch. Farman had his safety belt on, but it didn’t help. Both died at the scene.
Sometime, in the night, as you drive down that curvy section of Highway 101, you may see something peculiar. Don’t worry; it’s probably just a ghost of a Chance.