Sunday, September 04, 2011

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish  farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family,  he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his  tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in  black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to  free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have  been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy  carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An  elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as  the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

'I want  to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's  life.'

'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the  Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment,  the farmer's own son came to the door of the family  hovel.

'Is that your son?' the nobleman  asked.

'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.

'I'll  make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education  my own son will enjoy If the lad is anything like his father,  he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.' And  that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best  schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical  School in London, and went on to become known throughout the  world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of  Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who  was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What  saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the  nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill .. His son's name?

Sir  Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around  comes around.

Work like you don't need the  money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance  like nobody's watching.

Sing like nobody's  listening.

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.


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