by Portia Nelson
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 me 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.
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