I remember when I was little and I would watch from inside the safety of our house as my dad would mow our yard. My parents, from the first time I could remember, would buy me the little picture books with trucks, cars and machines. They would then follow that up with buying me plastic push mowers. When I was about three years old I remember watching my dad mow our yard at our old …showed first 75 words of 1126 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1126 total…all have our down days - but we cannot just stop. Like my dad who went with me that one day when the mower caught fire, we cannot just let things burn. The entire story of my wanting to mow, finally learning, enjoying the work for a few years, and in the end hating the chore, reflects much of how life goes. We, including me, must persevere to the end. We must mow that grass.