There's a Hole in my Sidewalk

I was reminded of this poem during a recent reading.  I've been reading it for over 20 years now.  It still really speaks to me.  

Chapter I
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 me forever to find a way out.

Chapter II
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 the same place.
                But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III
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.
            My eyes are open.
               I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV
I walk down the same street.
   There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
      I walk around it.

Chapter V
I walk down another street.

― Portia Nelson, There's a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery

Just looked this up and it was written in 1988.  Still resonates,  like the note of a clear bell...  Such a relief when you start walking down another street!