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 own 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, 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.


Pass this on, and brighten some one’s day.