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, playing golf -¬ 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…