I read this over at Protein Wisdom:
There’s hope [Darleen Click]
Sitting at the signal at the top of the hill, I glance up at the first home just up the sidestreet, noting a lawnmower already in action.Then I take a second look.
The lawnmower is being pushed by a young boy, probably about eleven or twelve years old.
Kudos to the parents.
And I can top it. My husband had yet another surgery not long ago for a serious injury to his arm a couple of years ago. He just now started physical therapy and is in no way able to mow the lawn. So my daughter and I have been taking care of it. Not as well as he does, because he enjoyed it and took a lot of pride in having a nice yard, but we’re keeping the parish from ticketing us for high grass, and we’ll just leave it at that.
Last week three boys knocked on my door, about sixteen years old, asking if I wanted my lawn mowed. They were working their way down my street, pushing a couple of lawnmowers, and knocking on doors of houses that needed lawns mowed. Since they had two lawnmowers already, I let the third boy use our mower, and by the time I got back from the ATM they were finished. I was so grateful I gave them a few extra bucks and told them to have a snowball, my treat.
