The
Broken Mower
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."
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. . . . . . .
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The doctors say I
will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
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