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I love the way this poem describes, so simply and beautifully, life and the process of learning from our experiences.  We all live lives made of different versions of the same experiences in many ways.  There is beauty in our shared human autobiography.  Walking down that street with another and learning to see the holes together is an honor.

 

 

“Autobiography in Five Chapters” by Portia Nelson
1)I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
2)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’m in the same place,
But it isn’t my fault or my responsibility.
It still takes a long time to get out.
3)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 responsibility.
I get out immediately.
4)I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
5) I walk down another street.