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The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying 

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost . . . I am hopeless.

It isn't my fault.It takes forever to find a way out.

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

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.

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

I walk down another street.

This Poem has gotten Me through so many rough times, When I, myself have doubted or been mislead by others, eventually I have to take change of my own decisions and be the difference myself.  I think the tenth or eleventh time reading it I finally really understood that no matter what happens to me, it all comes down to my choices and how I deal with them.