BY PORTIA NELSON

1.

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.

2.
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.

3.

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.

4.

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

5.

I walk down another street.

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Who will stand for them? Many of us do not give them much thought.
We argue that we have enough problems of our own.

These thought provoking words from Martin Niemöller
a German pastor in the 1930s may give us food for thought.

In Germany, they came first for the Communists,
And I didn’t speak up
because I wasn’t a Communist;

And then they came for the trade unionists,
And I didn’t speak up
because I wasn’t a trade unionist;

And then they came for the Jews,
And I didn’t speak up
because I wasn’t a Jew;

And then . . . they came for me . . .
And by that time
there was no one left to speak up.

Martin Niemöller

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Don’t Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won, had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

Author Unknown

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