A great poem just came my way. It's too good not to share. Here it is --
An Autobiography in Five Chapters
1) 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.
2) 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.
3) 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.
4) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
5) I walk down a DIFFERENT street.
~Written By Portia Nelson
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