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So without further ado, here is this week's commuting entitled Another Street.

The American singer-songwriter, Portia Nelson, was attending a writer's workshop and was asked to compose her autobiography in five short chapters.

This is what she's scrawled on a quintet of note cards. Perhaps you know it.

Chapter 1 of my life. I walk down the street. There's 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 2 of my life. I walk down the street. There's 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 3 of my life. I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it. I still fall in. It's a habit. But my eyes are open. I know where I am. It's my fault. I get out immediately.

Chapter 4 of my life. I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

Chapter 5 of my life. Finally, I walk down it. Chapter 5 of my life.

Finally, I walk down another street.

I first heard there's a hole in the sidewalk from Wayne Dyer.

His warm tenor massaged each word, his timing impeccable.

When he finished the poem, the audience laughed in a manner that reflected the universality of its simple message.

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