Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

[ryannmarin]

I

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.

II

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.

III

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.

IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

V

I walk down another street.

Copyright 1993 by Portia Nelson, from the book "There's a Hole In My Sidewalk," Beyond Words Publishing, Inc., HIllsboro, OR, U.S.A.

I found this while unpacking some boxes this afternoon. While it certainly doesn't apply to the situation I was in when I first stumbled up this a year ago, it still makes me think. Good stuff.