I've been collecting quotes and stories for a while now. And I thought I'd share this one with you.

I walk down the street. There is a hole in the footpath. I don't see it. I trip and fall over. IT ISN'T MY FAULT.
I walk down the same street. There is a hole in the footpath. I fall over again. I don’t think the hole is in the same place. IT STILL ISN’T MY FAULT.
I walk down the same street. There is a hole in the footpath. I see it. I still trip and fall over . . . I see this is getting to be a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. IT IS MY FAULT. I get up immediately.
I walk down the same street. There is a hole in the footpath. I walk around it.
I walk down another street.
Adapted from Autobiography in Five Short Chapters (Portia Nelson, 1980)
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