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Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

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.

II

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.

III

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.

IV

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

V

I walk down another street.

by Portia Nelson

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