> > 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.