December 13, 2011

• A Friend.

  I’m not a fan of chain letters, they are lazy viruses that ask us to do the work for them. But even if i’m not willing to forward them I too have been infected so the following is the content (apart from the endless send this to your friends for luck requests) of a recent chain. I suppose this just hit me at the right time when I was most grateful for the people I know and can call friends.

  Also enjoy this lovely and really quite appropriate song I was sent the link to from a Friend the very same evening.

   

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  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.

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  Ain’t nothing new in this fable but it’s a valuable point never the less.

   

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