Story for the Day
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, he 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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