Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
by Portia Nelson
I
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 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.
Rut. 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
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
TV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street
