I remember the place, I could show you the seat in which I sat. I remember the man who quoted it. I remember the recognition of how it perfectly describes my journey. It’s helped me to remember – Take a Different Path!

THERE’S A HOLE IN MY SIDEWALK

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 get out

I walk down the 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 this same place
But it isn’t my fault
It still takes a long time to get out

I walk down the 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

By Portia Nelson
1920 – 2001