When our neighbor's lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, his wife kept hinting to him that he
should get it fixed. But, somehow he always had something else to take care of
first, the truck, the car, playing golf - always something more important to him.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When he arrived home one
day, he found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair
of sewing scissors. he watched silently for a short time and then went into the
house. he was gone only a minute, and when he came out again he handed her a
toothbrush.

he said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the
driveway."

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