A nice little story
I saw this posted on a different board and thought I would post it here. It is very inspirational.
Chapter One: I walk down a street and there's a big hole. I don't see it and fall into it. It's dark and hopeless and it takes me a long time to find my way out. It's not my fault.
Chapter Two: I walk down the same street. There's a big hole and I can see it, but I still fall in. It's dark and hopeless and it takes me a long time to get out. It's still not my fault.
Chapter Three: I walk down a street. There's a big hole. I can see it, but I still fall in. It's become a habit. But I keep my eyes open and get out immediately. It is my fault.
Chapter Four: I walk down a street. There's a big hole. I walk around it.
Chapter Five: I walk down a different street.
(Attributed to Portia Nelson)
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