Mowing the Lawn

>
> 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 truck, the car, fishing--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 few minutes.
>
> When I came out again, I handed her a toothbrush. "When you finish
> cutting the grass," I said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalk."
>
> The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
>