It's mercy that kept the other drivers who were on the same roads as I, safe. It's mercy that I never hurt anyone else while driving drunk. It's not just dumb luck. I did it too many times, over too many years. I can only call it mercy.
Mercy is another chance, that's undeserved.
You remember the story of Joseph, the fellow with the rainbow-colored coat. His brothers' first instinct was to kill him. But at the insistence of one brother, instead, they sold him into slavery in Egypt. Joseph starts out working like a slave, but through diligence, hard work, and the mercy of his bosses, he ends up being in charge of all the food for the kingdom. And when his brothers begin to experience famine, they have to go to Joseph, whom they do not recognize, for food.