Angel's Craft
WHAT GOES 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 take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything
like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of." And that he
did.
In
time, Farmer Fleming's son 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 nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him?
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.
courtesy
of Cherill
A COURSE IN MIRACLES [excerpt]
THINGS AREN’T ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM
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