Tying the Knot

It takes a very special man to admit when he is wrong; and, having said that, let me tell you a story about my Gramma and Grampa. Gramma belonged to a quilter's group, The Mission Society, through her church. They made quilts to be sent overseas during World War II. So, it goes without saying that having helped make dozens of quilts, she was pretty good at what she did. Besides, she was also a dressmaker. One day, while tying a quilt, which would go up in the boys' bedroom upstairs to help keep them warm during the winter, Grampa sat and watched. After scrutinizing this process, he proceeded to tell her she was tying it incorrectly. She looked up from what she was doing and said, "No, Alan, I'm doing it the way it should be done." He sat there for a moment; then got up from his chair, strolled out to the barn, with his hands linked behind his back, thinking along the way. When he got out to the barn, he took some twine and tied a knot. After he was satisfied with the knot he made, he strolled back up to the house, and told Gramma that she was right and he was wrong. I like that in a man, don't you?