By Portia Nelson

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in

I am lost…I am helpless

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 am 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 another street.