I watched a little squirrel
dash into the road.
Darting back and forth,
it couldn’t decide
which way to go.
Although the driver
tried to dodge,
it seemed impossible
to avoid it.
“If only,” I thought
“it would pick one direction
and just keep going.”
But to my sorrow,
it did not, and I felt
the sickening collision.
The poor little thing,
run over by indecision.
© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson
I’ve watched this happen when a friend or leader wants the input of another before making decisions. When the other friend or group member is not able to decide or express their opinion, the first has no choice but to go ahead, unaware of the preferences they wanted to consider.
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