When The Mowin’ Gets Tough, The Tough Starts Peein’

For those who know me well, what I’m about to tell you will be a huge, gigantic shock. Brace yourselves for what I’m about to say. Yesterday, I mowed the yard! With a push mower! Not the entire yard mind you, but I used a lawn mower!

Some of you are probably scratching your heads, thinking ‘what’s the big deal?’, but growing up, that was something my sister and I were not allowed to do because we lived on a hill. After I married, my husband either did the yard work himself or hired someone to do it. Last night, at forty two years of age, was my first time to mow a yard! However, it was not my first experience with a lawn mower.

Nine, or so, years ago, a friend of mine’s husband went to a year long rehab program. She had a two year old child, and worked two jobs as a dental hygienist. She decided that, while her husband was in rehab, she would also keep up his lawn care business so he wouldn’t lose his clients. My heart went out to her so, I decided I would help her out.

I met her at one of his biggest jobs, bound and determined, with my mowing britches on. She took the big mower, the kind you stand on, and put me on the self propelled, push mower. Remember, I had never used one of these machines.

Back then, I was very small, kind of frail and weak. Come to find out I was extremely anemic and didn’t know it. Plus not long after this, I had to have my gall bladder removed. I just wanted y’all to know there’s a reason for what happened.

I got the tutorial on how to operate the lawn mower. I tried to crank it, but didn’t have the strength. She cranked it for me and went about her business. I took about three steps and accidentally let go of the bar. I stood there trying to crank that thing until I was on the verge of cussing. Thankfully, my friend saw me and ran over to my rescue. This time, I took about five steps, got scared because it was practically yanking me across the yard, and let go again. This time I had to flag her down. I’d say, three or four times, she had to climb off her lawn mower to come to my rescue. The last time, I was determined! I mowed a good little streak. And by a ‘good streak’ I mean I took more than five steps.

The place where I was mowing was on top of a big hill. I wish you could’ve seen me. This thing was dragging me like a rag doll, but I refused to let go of that dang handle!

I took my eyes off what I was doing, just for a second, to watch a man walk by with his little boy. When I looked back, I realized I was on the edge of that hill. Apparently, I had gotten out of rhythm or something, because that evil lawn mower yanked me clean off the ground!

No exaggeration, my feet went clean over my head and I landed on the side of my head and shoulder, and slid a few feet. When my feet finally touched ground, I jumped up, covered on grass, embarrassed as all get out, and saw the man with the little boy running toward me with a horrified look on his face.

I was trying so hard not to cry. My lips were quivering. I was bleeding, and you could already see a bruise. I assured him I was ok, and he went on. I looked around for my friend, expecting her to be on her mower, oblivious to what had just happened. I wasn’t even close! She was laughing so hard, she had to squeeze her legs crossed to keep from peeing her pants! I’m bleeding and on the verge of tears, and she’s laughing hysterically?! What the crap?

Finally, other family members showed up to help and she put me on the weed eater, which tore up in about five minutes. So, she strapped the leaf blower on my back, which was about to blow me backward. Thankfully, I got sick as a dog and had to leave.

I told her the next day, that I would babysit anytime. Clean her house, cook, whatever, but that lawn maintenance was out of the question for me! I also went to church and made an announcement that she needed men to help her because I had tried, and dang near killed myself. I still have the scar to prove it!

My friend and her husband made it through that year,and so did I! Now, her husband’s a preacher! No one ever said life would be easy, but God rewards diligent, hard work. Even if you literally fall flat on your face. He doesn’t expect you to be the best at everything, He just wants your best effort.

Work at everything you do with all your heart. Work as if you were working for the Lord, not for human masters. Colossians 3:23

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s