| Cliff was as kind and mild-mannered a husband and fatheras you d ever want to meet. He worked hard, made a decentliving, was active in his church, and loved to putter in hisgarden. One summer day Cliff pulled his year-old power lawnmower out of the shed and rolled it onto his beautifully land-scaped back lawn. He attached the bagger, set thecontrols on "START," and pulled the cord. Nothing. He pulledagain. The engine turned over a couple of times, coughed, thendied. He pulled again, again, and again. With each vigorouspull of the cord the engine belched smoke and gas fumes butwouldn t start. Finally, after another hearty pull, the engine roared tolife. Cliff straightened up and adjusted the throttle, but beforehe could take a step the engine died again. He stared at themower and sighed deeply. Then he tried to restart it-once,twice, three times-but it wouldn t kick in. After glaringat the mower for several seconds Cliff turned and walkedtoward the house. Janice had noticed through the kitchen window that herhusband was having trouble with the mower. "Is the mowerbroken?" she asked as Cliff walked in the back door andthrough the kitchen. He didn t answer her, didn t even ac-knowledge her presence. He just walked past her and down the hall to the den. In a couple of moments he came back |
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