Watchout for those holes....
 

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 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 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,
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.

....watching very carefully, and stepping slowly, but moving forward :D that gaping hole is scary...:eek: having been there more than once....I hope to help others out, and then avoid as well....:hug::grouphug:

Sounds like my life...

{{{{Tammi}}}}....when you fall into a hole here....look up, you will see your angel friends reaching for you, putting down ladders, shining the light, whatever it takes.....we love you...:grouphug: ...and that ole hippie too. :hug:

Leaving for nyc today and I wanted to reread this because I think this trip will be very revealing for me about my "ability" to adapt and perhaps a warning about new "holes in my sidewalk".

Not sure how much computer time I will have but wanted to leave you all a hug and my trust that you'll take good care of each other.:grouphug:

I miss dear mistiis.

p.s. watch out for the stones in the shoes. ;)

:mad:damm holes!:mad::thud::paperbag::girl(sad)::Dunno::Sink ing:

Hang on here, Pooh. Don't go sinking on us. (((Pooh)))

For Pooh
 

You're worth too much to sink Pooh!

bump...watch out for those holes! :grouphug: