The Metaphor of the Hole
We all have holes in our lives; the key is getting out
One day a woman was walking down the street. She was a little bit distracted by all the things going on in her head, and she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. Suddenly she found herself in a big hole. She looked around, and she didn’t see a good way out of the hole, but it was a nice day out, so she just sat down on the bottom.
The woman could hear people going about their business outside the hole, and she thought about calling out to them for help, but she didn’t want to make a scene. She sat down there, thinking about ways to get out. She had some tools in her purse, but all they did was make the hole even deeper.
She was only starting to get irritated that she was down in this hole when the rain came. It was getting wet and muddy. Eventually, someone came by. He said, “Ma’am, what happened to you? What are you doing down in that hole?”
“I don’t know, but I want to get out. Can you help me?”
“Sure,” he said, “I’m a doctor. Here’s a prescription; this will help you.” And he tossed a small piece of paper down into the hole with her. “If you are still in the hole in a couple of weeks, I’ll write you another one.”
