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