Share,

Your story gives a valuable lesson.  But it takes a while to learn what life is 
trying to tell us.  Plus, the planetary conjunction of Mars and Saturn at this 
time is not good for the temper.

JR



--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long <sharelong60@...> wrote:
>
> 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. 
> 
> 
> Hi JR  your post reminded me of the above little allegory.
> 
> 
> 
> ________________________________
>  From: John <jr_esq@...>
> To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
> Sent: Sunday, August 19, 2012 2:07 AM
> Subject: [FairfieldLife] Strange Cosmic Ride on a Municipal Bus
>  
> 
>   
> After doing some business in downtown SF today, I went back home taking the 
> bus.  The bus was full of people.  When I got to my stop, I stood in front of 
> the exit door to get off.  But the door didn't open. 
> 
> So, I had to pull the stop chord again for the next bus stop.  When the bus 
> got to the next stop, I stood in front of the door and shook it.  Once again, 
> the door didn't open and the bus proceeded on its route.
> 
> Suspecting that there was something wrong, I walked to the front of the long 
> articulated bus and told the bus driver about my problem.  I politely told 
> him that there was something wrong with the exit door of the bus.  Although 
> he did not say anything, I heard him heave a sigh that sounded more like he 
> was seething with anger.  The front door opened and I got off the bus.
> 
> JR
>


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