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.