Ruts….

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

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.
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
I walk down another street.

Author: trishborgdorff

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