When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.Â Â But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf -Â 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 herÂ seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
I watched silentlyÂ 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…