What Goes Around 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.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
It's National Friendship Week. Send this to someone you consider a FRIEND.
Pass this on, and brighten
someone's day.
Happy friendship week.
Nelson