February 26, 2011

Feb 28, 2011

Hope for me yet. Here is a familiar story that just sort of says it:

“Chapter 1

I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost……I am helpless. It is not my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2

I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I do not see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place, it is not my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 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 is a habit. My eyes are wide open. I know where I am . It is my fault. I get out immediately.

Chapter 4

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

Chapter 5

I walk down another street.”

(Autobiography in 5 Short Chapters, by Portia Nelson)