Hole. In. My. Sidewalk.

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Take a Breath today for your life. Not someone else’s life but your life. Consider the following poem . . . a life in four acts . . . by Portia Nelson . . . consider what you are doing today . . . consider what you are feeling today . .  . just consider . . .

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’m 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 another street.

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