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, golf, email, 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