My favourite...written by - Portia Nelson

1.  I walk, down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in.  I'm lost... I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.

1. 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.

   
   




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

   
   




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

   
   




4. I walk down another street.