Feature: Crossroads

There’s A Hole In My Sidewalk 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 hopeless. 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'm 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.

Its Primary Voting Day in Michigan......this describes my feelings !!!!!