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
came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, 'When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.'

And then the fight started...

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