Posted by Glenda (24.88.206.137) on February 27, 2001 at 20:04:21:
<< ......comes around
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 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.
It's National Friendship Week
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.