I have had an interesting experience the last few weeks as I drive down East Paris towards 28th. You see there is a rut in the road and EVERY time I find that my left front and back wheel are stuck in it. I think it is a rut in an unexpected place, and think this each time, as it pulls me towards the center line. The first time I was surprised by the rut, but each time after, I have the following thoughts as soon as I hit it, “oh yes” I need to remember this is here. I am sure that the next time I will remember to adjust my steering, just by a small amount and avoid the rut…but today again, I was stuck in the rut.
This rut on East Paris reminded me of a reading I found very insightful…
| THERE’S A HOLE IN MY SIDEWALK
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters By Portia Nelson |
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| Chapter One 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. |
Chapter Two I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend that I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in this same place. But, it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. |
| Chapter Three 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 … but, my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. |
Chapter Four I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. Chapter Five |
