By Portia Nelson

One

As I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost….I am hopeless.

It isn’t my fault.

It takes forever to find a way out.

Two

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I’m in the same place.

But it isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

Three

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in…..It’s a habit.

My eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is MY fault.

I get out immediately.

Four

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

Five

I walk down another street….

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