Hole in the Sidewalk 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.

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.

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 but my eyes are open. 

I know where I am.  It is my fault.  I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street again. 

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. 

I walk around it.

I walk down another street.......

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