After a mentor recited this particular metaphor to me, I was very careful to step over 'manholes' in the city sidewalk for fear of falling in. I understand this writing all too well and I continue to be mindful to cross the street!
THERE'S A HOLE IN MY 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 street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend that I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in this 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. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. I walk down another street. | . |
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