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Michael E. Holtby, LCSW, BCDDenverPsychotherapy.com There's A Hole in My SidewalkA poem by Portia Nelson I walk down the street. There's a deep hole in the side walk. I fall in. I am lost.... I am hopeless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the side walk. 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.
I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the side walk. 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.
I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the side walk. I walk around it.
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Last messed with November 15, 2001 Copyright(c) 2001 Michael E. Holtby, LCSW. All rights reserved. |