I've been mowing half of our community lawn for most of the summer. The clippings fill our big city trash can nearly over the top. A few weeks ago, I stayed up too late working on an art project and woke up after the trash truck had come and gone. I figured I'd lost my chance to have an empty trash can for the week. As I moped and prepared some lunch to take to work, Hope came calling through the back window. I heard the garbage truck picking up the trash of the neighbors behind us! In a split second, Crazy Matt kicked in and made me jump into a pair of untied tennis shoes, and run out the our front door. It was kind of challenging finding the perfect balance as I sprinted with our overloaded trash can around the block. After I rounded two corners, the truck came into view. I ran straight down the lane on the street and barely caught the truck before it rounded another corner. Phwew! I didn't hit the gym that morning, but I got a workout in anyway. And I was pretty dang excited to tell my wife the dramatic tale of her hero:) Click to read the story behind the art.
