Feb 22, 2011 - 9:46 am
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse
'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
'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
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was
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.