>His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, <br>>while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for <br>>help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the <br>>bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, <br>>screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the <br>>lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death. <br>> <br>>The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse <br>>surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and <br>>introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had <br>>saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's <br>>life. "No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish <br>>farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's <br>>own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" <br>>the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make <br>>you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own <br>>son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no <br>>doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. <br>>Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, he <br>>graduated fromSt.Mary'sHospitalMedicalSchoolinLondon, and went on to <br>>become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander <br>>Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin. <br>>Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog <br>>was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? <br>>enicillin. <br>>The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. <br>>His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill. <br>>Someone once said: <br>>What goes around comes around. <br>>Work like you don't need the money. <br>>Love like you've never been hurt. <br>>Dance like nobody's watching. <br>>Sing like nobody's listening. <br>>Live like it's Heaven on Earth. <br>>It's National Friendship Week. Send this to everyone you consider a <br>>FRIEND. |