When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my
wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.
But,
somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat, making
beer.. Always something more important to me.
Finally
she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When
I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping
away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
I watched silently for a short time and then went into
the
house.
I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again
I
handed her a toothbrush.
I
said, "When you finish cutting the grass,
you might as well sweep the driveway."
The
doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.